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Skedaddling

 

"What is love?"
I asked the Elephant

thinking she, with her big heart,
might know

but when she raised her ponderous trunk,
clearned her throat

and began to trumpet her reply,
I watched a thousand tender mercies

flee the thunder of her response.

 

 

 

 

...Michael S. Glaser

 

 
 
 
 
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