Earlier, I hid in my coat. The wool
scraped at my ears, speaking of rough.
There's much to dodge these days;
the flu, the bee and his sting, you.
I confess a fear that snaps bone--
you are a good man, and this
is unfamiliar.
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Good rhythm, sharp clear language. I like it.
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