When I've sat in the private stadium
At the front row bleachers of pessimistic desolation
That clings to me like a Sunday Church Vest
Tying knots in my insides with tenebrous hesitation
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what a wonderful poem. an a good dedication to a loving mother. i like it. keep up the good work.