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Bob Wayne

poet, writer, memoirist

Poetry

New Day

by | May 19, 2023 | Poetry | 0 comments

 

Something inside my skin moves
and I watch it
scurry about.

She doesn’t see it
as she looks through me
to find the margarine.

 

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