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37 Lone Mothers Lone mothers lost, as always in thought— About how in the circus the sideshow is really just the workers setting up for the next act— dressed in black. Midnight visits— a bad feeling that all that has been has been a lie. O corrupt life— A system that kills only what is precious and leaves a bunch of lions groveling for a trainer in a cage. They would devour him if they only knew! Lone mothers. Lost— wasting time with the worry about love—Is it real? Is it gone? Am I lying? Afraid? 38 The sky weeps and I fall down in the sheets— Either I stand up now or die tonight. ...

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