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Mr Curveball
Mr Curveball was a drifter visiting from left field
Mr Curveball only stayed long enough to be a fleeting thought,
a brain sneeze, his presence often indicated by frowns,
robotic owls looking around, he was a head scratch,
fingers on a chin, occasionally rubbing slowly
invisibly introduced as a spaghetti of oddity until he moved on
- a man dressed as a question dressed as a man undressed
Copyright ©
Clive Culverhouse
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