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While I Write This
(August 8,1951 / Hillsboro, Oregon USA)

While I Write This

Poem By Harlan Simantel

while i write this
thousands are making love
while i write this
hundreds are in their last throes of dying
while i write this
a myriad of babies are exiting their uterus homes
to start fresh lives
while i write this
millions of cars run like ants on busy highways
while i write this
uncounted numbers of humans sit on toilets
minding their business
while i write this
millions more sit and watch tv
minding their leisure
while i write this
thousands of chickens are being involuntarily slaughtered
giving their brief lives for us
while i write this
millions are steadfastly at work making our lives easier

all this and more on the good earth quietly spinning us
around the sun
taking us on the journey of our lives
going where?

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Anywhere... Anywhere productive, Anywhere pointless.


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