Standing amid the circus eating old bread
The monkeys build airplanes and build them to crash
Someday you'll see the entrusted hills
They will meet you in silence and see you in blood
You can't have everything, because everything can become nothing at all
Queen Ann tortured her cripples and butt danced her dwarves
How late can it be to think for ourselves.
Poetry from the book {Bunny Hop} by Artist Troy Richard Thomas
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