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1d
Crooked hoof, diagonal jog
We moved the tractors before the goat
when I wished that dam would clog
Pinball machines tip over
but when the point is to lean
Upside down, dripping clean

Put on a bubble and keep yourself alive
Scared it will pop and you’ll die
But yet you slam it,
into rocks,
walls,
stone,
slate,
and brick
The bubble will bend before bursting
Lee
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Lee  19/Gender Fluid/USA
(19/Gender Fluid/USA)   
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