THE MOB HANDLE
Outside this sheltered hospital window,
the local landscape is green and sweet. In
most respects, a place to be - or pleasant for
me anyway. I enjoy these sights, even in my
near-fatal lock-up now yearning to be free.
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There's little room for me to turn. My situation
dire and - for now - my hands ae tied, and
will remain so; for I have no key, and - lucky
to be in this on place, remaining.: And I will
stay this way for as long as it may take to reach
my proffered ends. (Not quite happy, but filled
with the love of friends).
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