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Too many hammers hung in the workshop
Too many nails rust in their bins
Too many beetles tunneling under
Too many rabbits chewing the weeds
Too many scans shoulder to knees
Too many doctors fleeing the state
Too many pills hawked on the telly
What's with the dancing too many smiles
Too many rooms too many lawyers
Too many women go when I'm gone
Too many dogs where apples fall
Too many stones too many graves
Too many daughters under the dogwood
One is too many from city to hill
Too many faces locked in the iCloud
Too many minds tangled in blue
Too many lies too many believers
Too many markets too many thieves
Too many missiles too many drones
Too many poems no one will read
Too many satellites poxing the sky
Too many humans only one home
Everthing's plastic
Too little time.
