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Jun 2021
a sandwich of things
i would devour
with the right wine
with or without wine

what am i eating
that blinks
my own eyes
that i pull close

and concentrate
counting swirls
making whirls
which I voice

its time i say
its timing i say
while we converse
in a room that never
Written by
Dennis Willis  Oh
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