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Noticing Things

I read somewhere that poetry is the art of noticing things like the nail on my back porch that rain and heat followed by bitter cold and more rain after that with some more heat thrown in for good measure has slowly but surely drawn upward I for one am glad the bottom of either of my big toes has not as of yet had the misfortune of noticing this rouge nail but I am sure that day will come and when it does maybe I will notice the little hammer that is waiting to be used in my junk drawer

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