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Feb 2020
as the others. But my heart
is. And that counts for
something. The rich always get
more. And the poor try to make

pizza with leftover bread. There’s
only so many ways you can divide
it. But a splinter can stick as well as
a knife. Many a splinter has

cut me a slice. Whatever you carve
mountain or hole you don’t always have
total control.
sandra wyllie
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sandra wyllie  60/F/Boston
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