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|By Request|
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For Megan.

Around Words

When your ears perk up
And you’re waiting for my words
I can’t help but imagine
Why you don’t trust the herds.

I think about my own woes
And can almost always relate;
I, too, have been faced with failure –
I, too, have been left sedate.

In the wake of my banishment,
I turn to you to release the ghosts;
Lending of your strength
To vanquish my soul as the host.

Depressed from the familiar,
Enchanted by the vague –
Megan, enlighten your innards
And act out your own play.

©2003 Joe Jenkins