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Rick Bursky

Poetry

The Camouflage Spiritual

It brings me joy to report that to Scarecrows we all look the same, Evil people go to the bathroom The same way good people

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Poetry

The Sinking Ship Spiritual

In an emergency room, I satBeside a man with a pencil in his eye,He told me a joke that I don’t remember.We’re all junkyards.This is

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