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Been hoodwinked. Flattened by shenanigans. Bent misshapen in imitation of a downward facing dog. Pushed about the braid and swaddled. I hedge on the billow clouds. Laid my butter pouch alongside this quiet pond at dusk. I consider my resemblance. I’m in vigorous frisk of dismay. Been dimmed about by the brazen sun lowered into a cooling bowl. Within this… Read more →