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Sep 2013
Im always in somebodies way if you stop to think about it.
I gave up counting the number of times someones face
Got caught off guard when they sped Into my sticky silk.
I end up on the sidewalk all over again when this happens.

But

I never get tired of falling to the ground.
Because I know im always going to land on
Eight feet and be able to find a more suitable
home for my perfectly natural life style.
Michael Parish
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Michael Parish  Tacoma, washington
(Tacoma, washington)   
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