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Ordinary together

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From the bottom drawer of misery
I sprang
From the top one of tyranny
You did.
And  the middle drawer of mediocrity
We accepted as ours.
For there is nothing more comforting
Than a thin veil of ordinary
In this inordinately trifle yet infinitely intricate turf we call our earth.

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  1. I like the unusual metaphor; also the rhymes, internal and external.

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  2. Hmmm... Enjoyed what I did comprehend...
    ZQ

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  3. ah that median of compromise; where the greys areas merge proving the semblance of understanding by sharing a little of one with the other

    nice write

    much love...

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  4. I think most settle for the middle draw; it's an easier acceptance of ourselves: I hope I've interpreted this piece as you intended.

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  5. Interesting...... How you converge the mundane with extraordinary!!

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