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Nov 2022
can't walk
without a sole for a cushion.
Can you be my footing?

An arm
can't grasp a blade
of grass without fingers.
It's only a swinging appendage
that lingers and bends.
Can you lend a hand, my friend?

A face
has no place to turn
without a neck.
I see my head roll
off my shoulders
like a boulder.
Can you put me back together?
sandra wyllie
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sandra wyllie  56/F
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