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honed to infection

itself a vision or virtual real

the tone of [or time of] the sock does reveal

 

yet the swift heel is thud-like and bounds

as the darned pull-off of wool will rebound

 

walking home?

retiring from the race?

wiping sweat off the forehead with

...a rag from the wrong space!

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Aug 28, 2012
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