Pix and Poetry 01/18

 

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My vision turned to black —
Couldn’t see a thing
So I stopped worrying about my acne.

So, so, so there’s a lot of big things
Bigger than I am
But so what?
I’ve got to be sneaky, crafty

I’ve got to be ratty
Rodent enough to burrow
Low
Mouse enough
When ignorant to be happy

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