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Jun 2016
Two roads cross

You are beautiful
I smell of manure
You are magnificent
I am a fake immitation of my own mirror image
You are statuesque
I am a hunchback with toe nails like a wolf claw
You are generous
I am poor
You are a star
I am a comet that is being drawn in by the sun
You are amazing
I merely count my fingers and my thumbs
You are a flying hawk
I am a mouse caught in the hawks mouth for dinner;what pleasure
resolve
Written by
Peter Kiggin
365
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