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Allan's Weekly Poem: "Core"

Core

Elbow on his desk,
running his fingers
through his hair,
he couldn’t get
to the bottom of it.
Then, walking to that
special shop to buy
a birthday card
for his sister,
it came to him
when the caterpillar
fell on his neck.

From Allan Cox’s collection, “Haze at Noonday.”
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