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Dec 2014
Yesterday I was a shovel,
Today I am a hole.
Tomorrow I will be a vanilla hurricane,
twirling on your merry-go-rounds
and landing like whirlpools
in your November morning coffee.
Phil Smith
Written by
Phil Smith  Burlington, VT
(Burlington, VT)   
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