Passed the Point of Care

The swamp grass is all frozen, all gold and dirty blonde.

The sun has just disappeared behind, the edge of the great beyond.

There’s a murmur in the shadows, and a whisper in the air.

Someone’s seen Sweet Tina, and she’s passed the point of care.

Said she’s taking on all comers. I said I don’t need to to know.

There are things you can’t unsee, and never tell and don’t show.

Dennis Mantin

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