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Dues | A Poem by Edgar Law

They tell me pay my dues
But I paid them tenfold
With the anchor round my
Neck, with the busted
Knuckle hand, with arthritis
From the cold, drippy nose
From the rain, I tell you
I have walked this earth
Since Methuselah and see
Into their selfish hearts.


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