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Aug 2012
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!
Written by
timothy harding
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