8 May 2026

8 May 2026

A Poem by Sad Unc Days 3562

Traffic light shrubs,
and Jamaican Dubs,
A frolic, and ask.
Many overlapping, but not interlocking
A father. Of sorts.
The need for pipeline. But not forced.
And yet it all marches on.
All to be lost. And gained.
And aged.

© 2026 Sad Unc Days 3562


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Sad Unc Days 3562
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