Early in July

I never saw it coming. I just seen it sitting there.

Smoking, smiling, drinking. Looking to be somewhere.

A stranger is feeling braver. The heat hangs with the night.

He looked our Julie over. A dreadful peaceful sight.

When criminal meets civilian. Not always either or.

Sometimes there is no future. But there can be something more.

I met them at the front yard, said son you’ll have to leave.

I’m not into making new friends, it’s a goal I can achieve.

Dennis Mantin

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