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Illusions Meant To Soothe
(February/'47 / Connecticut, USA)

Illusions Meant To Soothe

Poem By Lawrence S. Pertillar

There's nothing in a book,
Detailing how to stay and be hooked...
To illusions meant to soothe,

When one is feeling fine...
There's no need to medicate,
To pretend one's okay.

But when one's on a ledge...
Don't encourage them to jump,
With a getting in their way.

Since tomorrow isn't guaranteed,
For those who try to fly and reminisce...
With company.

Tomorrow doesn't come to reminisce,
For those discovering this...
To leave many chapters left unread.

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