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A Poem by Alex Lifeson

I don't even think this is poetry. Somebody on WC asked me to write a poem, a genre I know nothing about, and this was the result.

Dirt is the opiate,

Of the small child.

© 2008 Alex Lifeson

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Rachel

It's brilliant - absolutely brilliant. Weren't you wanting to say more . . . ? I can sense a deeper connection somewhere . . . somewhere in the dirt . . . Did Calvin, the equivalent of your inner child, get high on dirt? Or is it the other kind of dirt? double meanings? . . . I see . . . (if you could see me now I am nodding and smiling in approval of your ability to reach so deeply into your innerhoodismness . . .)

U R 2 cool. lol