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Nov 2012
A funny thing, the tell-tale sting
of sharp-pointed leaves in flesh
Or a small stone loose in traveller's boots
leading to grumbled curses

Holly's bare trace I easily erase
letting Time heal small red pinpricks
The pebble freed, I pick up speed
-til I catch my legs in thistle.
the never-ending cycle for those wanderers disdaining pathways
Cat Otherwise
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Cat Otherwise
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