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If we are so coveted By grasping hands Fingers prodding and pulling Measuring and beckoning Pushing us this way and that Then let us also be Objectionable To their sensibilities So that the hands May falter in spite of themselves And lose their grip At least some of the time
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May 23, 2024
May 23, 2024 at 11:31 AM UTC
A bird in the hand
If we are so coveted By grasping hands Fingers prodding and pulling Measuring and beckoning Pushing us this way and that Then let us also be Objectionable To their sensibilities So that the hands May falter in spite of themselves And lose their grip At least some of the time
When they go low we go high
KayBee
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May 23, 2024
May 23, 2024 at 11:31 AM UTC
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