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On Missteps

    Oh, why slug
     through these miserable lessons
    when I could tip–tap with joy? —
    or, perhaps
     that’s the lesson.
Posted on 10 December, 20138 February, 2014Author DaveCategories PoemsTags dragonfly book

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