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Jan 2020
I’m a byproduct of
my making. Proud of
the undertaking. I used to be
blue tinged, watery and thin

sunk to the bottom, discarded
as a bloodied pad. Until I surfaced
and showed them what I had. No
more packing it in as a girdle. Now

I curdle. To you I might be
a clot. But you haven’t seen yet
what I got –
what I’m turning into

and the increasing revenue. No more
Little Miss Muffet –
I’ll be famous as Jimmy Buffet
And living the life I had planned!
sandra wyllie
Written by
sandra wyllie  56/F
(56/F)   
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   Carlo C Gomez
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