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Jan 2012
There was a game whereby
we stood against a blank frieze
to catch small orange marbles
thrown by a devil who stood

balanced on a border the
border shook like water it
separated the end of the
world from the beginning

You had to throw back the marble
to disrupt the border
and the devil might fall off
but he always caught it

There was a game ...
Mike Arms
Written by
Mike Arms  Detroit
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