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Dec 2018
Words travel like hungry children
wanting something to fill the hole.
But as they intrepidly reach out
they get stones inside their bowl.

They paint them red to look like berries.
And laying low inside the heath
they boast about their scrumptious treat.
Until they take a bite and break their teeth.
sandra wyllie
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