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September 16, 2014
No evidence seen
of teeth marked gnaws;
(ice cannot be entered
until it thaws.)
So this being life
with all it’s flaws;
no pheasants present,
they caught jackdaws.
Then went about
their daily chores,
knowing the cauldron’s
contents held sinister claws.
And in the cauldron
of lost cause,
simmered withered hopes,
through metal gauze,
now riddled with rust;
too long the pause,
when stop/start action
gained little applause.
And though the cauldron
broke no laws;
old as time excuses
from open jaws.
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