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Mar 2015
Temporarily/ unfilled by my garden/
or a magician's trick/ hiding a quarter/
I did notice.

Contemporaries/ still on a theory trip/
fooled by sleight of hands/siding with
heads/I did.

Fortunately/ my quill has ink/
explains the endless supply/ of foolishness/
I write.
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memineI  here
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