and sore. Small as an ant
> I labour over the tabletop plain,
> under the teacup peaks, the eggshell snow,
>
> to the edge, where my balance
> and sense of proportion waver.
Mike, good read. I might fuss over the wee words, but not today. Today,
there will be enough gobbles.
Thanks.
Gary
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