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Boxes of stuff dropped by mechanical pigeons flitting about from street to street eggs and spam sizzling in a frying pan the bouncing ball the Yellow Brick Road if we follow the plan if we paint by the numbers our wedding picture on the mantle forever young as we slide gracefully into our golden years

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WhitHowland

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Written by

WhitHowland

Published

Jan 3, 2022

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Notes: An impressionistic word painting. An original.
Tags: #blackmountainpoet

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