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Sep 2020
A parlor trick
for dimes or
quarters

I am coiled
then rolled out
on the end of a string

running this way
and that I work
I perform I fight

someday
this war is going to
end

Whit Howland © 2020
Whit Howland
Written by
Whit Howland
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