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La' Chiropractor

He said
      "good day"
When it was bad and

He said
When I was hiding
In the darkness of my mind.

He said
      "how are you"
When I'd rather sit in
The blankness of thought,
Picking words out of my teeth.

He laughed
When I gave him fodder.

He's still talking in my mind,
The haunt that cannot die,
A voice melting wind.

August 28, 2007

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