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Oct 2020
You always take it too far
you say

I guess that's me
and why

every time I pull into
the garage

I stare down a bright green
tennis ball on a string

like both barrels
of a shotgun

whit howland © 2020
Some absurdism for Sunday
Whit Howland
Written by
Whit Howland
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