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I am at a constant of Finding out, and, then, finding out, and, then, finding out About deception; Deception being that albino alligator; The one that didn’t move, or make a ripple In his puddle of water; just—still. But, then, I found out again: Alligators are viscous creatures To deal with That come into a life. ©2026Ellen Finn
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Jan 28, 2026 at 3:27 PM UTC
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I am at a constant of Finding out, and, then, finding out, and, then, finding out About deception; Deception being that albino alligator; The one that didn’t move, or make a ripple In his puddle of water; just—still. But, then, I found out again: Alligators are viscous creatures To deal with That come into a life. ©2026Ellen Finn
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