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WHEN I THINK


When I think of this
Young whipper-snapper
Some big-wig
From the "Good" Oregon
(Or so the West side thinks)
Making up a law that
Took my identity away
From me

I want to just scream
Think about what
You are doing
Before you come up
With these laws
That leave people
Better off dead

There are more ways
Than one
To execute someone
In Oregon
I thought the
Death penalty was being held
Back for awhile?

Will I ever be the
Busy Oregon Beaver I
Once was...
...For the many clients of
Umatilla County that
Loved me as their nurse

When I think of this lose/lose law
I know I must let it go
It just eats at my soul I know
Because after decades of
Giving great service
I don't deserve this!


5/19/2014 0047 cj




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