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Chance

By Quinney-Bear, Porter, IN

The front is a cage,
arching shells,
suspense of uncertainty.

Chance hovers

A dug-out,
blown to pieces.

Another dug-out,
buried.

Still alive

No solider, outlives a thousand Chances

Chance,
makes us indifferent.




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