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Often I have thought
how glorious it would be
to own a little stick,
that swells up like a tick
when engorged upon the view.
To take my little stick
and hold it in my hand,
so I could really understand
the power it entitles me to.
After all,
You can climb a ladder much faster
With three legs instead of two.
Yet, I don’t need a third eye to see through,
I already know the vision is skewed:
Because,
when I look down at what I lack
I see a little gap,
I can still see it…
…Can you?
About the Creator
Rachel Lightfoot
I like to play with words.
Poems, mostly.
https://rachellightfoot.wixsite.com/my-site


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