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Thoughts On Family Problems

An emergency broadcast drones through my town
every Saturday morning,
and while it alarmed me the first time,
I pay no attention to it now.
It blares through the streets,
making passersby stop
and roll down their windows
to listen,
looking to the horizon to find
tall thunderheads booming
in the distance.

I never would have imagined
the storm would bring absolute destruction,
my head upon a silver platter
after a slow, but jagged,
decapitation.

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