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Grape Juice

By David Michael Jackson

I suppose all of the
drab
little cubicles in the whole world
could fit into the space
between the eyes of the factory dog
wandering the
parking lot
and lazing away it’s time
under the trailers,
eating scraps
tossed by
factory
workers.

Copyright © 1998 by David Michael Jackson, All rights reserved

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