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Tin Man Blues | A Poem by Russ Cope

Rain taps heavy
on my fictional land
on my empty heart

How does it feel
to be one of the last
good ones? she asked me

But I’m a chore and a bore
with selfish metal arms
whining oil can oil can

all the way through
the forest.



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