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Monday, August 5, 2019
Poem Surreptitiously Called "The Susurrus Of Curtains"
Born to be ambiguous,
Whatever he meant
By titling it thus,
One thing’s clear—
In
without his knowing
It, he would have to
Talk his way
out
of it
Or else—
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