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Aug 2016
A simple figment
lost in a toolshed
oft times tinkled
with broken appliances.  

He manipulated
rusted design
to his fancy,
breathing second life
into misfit *******.

The elusive wisp
dressed in split fingernails
and knotty knuckles,
as lore foretold.
Elke Pimms
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Elke Pimms  A bit left.
(A bit left.)   
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