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Strawman – Poem

All ways, always
A triumphant scarecrow
Shooing the flying dead
Shoe in the lying head


Ever felt that
Scaring is caring?
Asks the strawman,
Whose comfort is fear

All ways, always
A triumphant scarecrow
Soul cuffed in sedition
Sole scuffed in sedation

Ever felt that
Frothy frolic?
Asks the strawman,
Whose visage is dead

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