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Apr 2023
Day after day my face runs away
and yaps at people
whose faces have run away too.

It's distressing
to find myself faceless
in a faceless crowd.

I’d speak to my face
about this, but I don’t know who
my face is.
© 1990 by Jack Morris
Strangerous
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Strangerous  New Orleans
(New Orleans)   
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