Polymid
A weekly poetry blog describing mostly Sundays. Written by James M. Frost
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05 May 2014
Dancer
A fly on the wall
buzzing quietly
about to fall
The early morning drill
nothing happened
but get up that hill
Still waiting for an answer
I wrote her last
I guess I'm now her dancer...
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