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Feb 2016
three old crones went walking on the pier
Void, Metaphysic and everything Here
Metaphysic whispered something into Void's ear
Here wished to listen so she sidled up near
much to her dismay, there was nothing there to hear
Void ignored Metaphysic, Here shed a tear

from afar i watched and i pondered over beer
if they're over there then how am i over here?
DH Matthews
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DH Matthews  Philadelphia
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