Vida

Poem By Juan dicent

Get out of the way
here comes the freight train
dressed in gray,
a black tie,
with a suitcase full of work,
a two-room apartment,
often children,
rarely money,
always pressure and screaming and a woman.

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Simple and honest and to the point and a woman.


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