Statement

 Copyright © February 3, 2011

(found on an old scrap of paper)

Bending

     trooping

        tripping groupies

Groping

     falling

        headlong into darkness

Crying

     then drying

        tears by sunlight

Rise up trees

     to sing so sweetly

        and smile

It is not so bad

     as it appears

from this side of the newspaper.

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