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Re: Like the child, ten feet behind
Hmmm...I quite like this, though it's a bit unconventional. You're just sort of plopping down whatever is on your mind into this poem and I, at least, got out of it that you're saying "this is art. Prove me wrong." Love the idea, the convoluted metaphor, everything, really. Very well done.
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The fog comes
on little cat feet.
It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.
-Carl Sandburg
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