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If birthdays didn’t make you olderIf alleys were blind,If you could driveme anywherenear insanity’s brink; Or if time could march, and the moon whisperit’s forgotten linesin blue octopus ink.If scarce winds could dance, where soft rains kiss, or the brave stars wink.If my neurons were, in that thinking circusof blown-fuse circuits, the weakest link.If manContinueContinue reading “Poem by Patti Masterman”