POETRY FOR SURVIVAL dedicated to my tutor Jack

I stretched out a hand

many a time

you refused to read the poetic verses

strapped in a chair.

I tried

She said

you would be there for awhile

if not forever

demented.

I cried

A.M. August 2014

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