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Feb 2021
I looked over the frame and upward to
Meet your eyes when you passed by
A sidewalk beggar
A kenneled hound would
Present this posture to any passing uncertainty
Doning fangs or long coats and a predatory aura
The History: When I felt your gaze you walked away and I mustered an acknowledgement and you responded but kept on your way. What were you thinking?
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