The Red Pill

Gene Micropoem, Poems March 24, 2016April 9, 2016

Born with the red pill

Halfway down the throat

Taking the utmost skill

Discerning what that denotes

The burden of building bridges

Not moats

Gene G. McLaughlin 2016

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Published March 24, 2016April 9, 2016

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