Middle Class

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Middle Class

Simple men crash land beside the white

Crisscross of control.

Buying tickets of excuse with their blue eyes.

They will be the strangers among us,

And so the dream begins.

But mark my words,

They will die hard, not so easy as child’s play.

 

 

By: K. Mulroney

 

 

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Walt Whitman, American Poet (1819-1892)

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