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May 2019
Like the frog of batrachian notes in the inkwell of swamp,
And the bee waggling hieroglyphs to the papyrus of hive,
Like the flight of birds in the palm of radiating skyline,
And the sad might of the world to the caged dog’s eye.
Chris Saitta
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Chris Saitta  50/M/Virginia
(50/M/Virginia)   
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