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October 13, 2016 ~ G. Paul Randall

I do all my banking
at the edge of a cliff
how apt is the teetering
three legged stool with
one leg hovering over
in balance of the balances
soaring and plunging like
black-backed gulls
against storm-black skies
and gale force overdrafts

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