Paperfor permission , official verification.
near the roadside protecting
The baby. and the wind was fierce
And blowing everything around.
Carelessly the wind spun the
Newspaper against the storm fence.
In the green yard.
it was really
A chain link.
into another protected.
Then came a hungry ghost.
to ask for a slip, a passbook into the next realm,
Or maybe not.
Maybe its just another
Worldly place with Bright lights
Along the edge of the highway.
But the papwrs were written
By writers who catered to the vested intersts only. Not to
The dreamers like herself.Or her child. She wanted the right papers,
But the official said we have to
Follow rules. Sign this form and then
You must wait. Wait for a day
Which may never come.
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