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I am bullheaded
enough to insist on my
own way in these things.
My head thinks it can
kill my body, shred
my flesh and go on living.
I'd be swell headed
with this remnant flesh
dangling beneath of small use
if I had my way.
Fire and sour brimstone
shattered the granite block near
my last stand before
I knuckled under.
That's how it happened last time.
You would think I'd learn.
August 16, 2010 2:40 PM
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The chicken crossed the road. That's poultry in motion.