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I knew the arc of the back of the cat.
Tonight I know nothing of that.
3 comments:
What an interesting, original poem. Nice.
Swell!
Afraid I’m nothing but a square. But I still enjoy the work of interesting minds.
I think you know something about that bridge you call its back.
Tonight, that something is more beautiful in your sharing, than your own introspection apparently sometimes serves.
Bottoms Up.
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