Unformatted text preview: Or better yet, homage to the blind. For of course the toad would have seen A blade approaching from above the green. Unless of course he couldn’t see. In which case…no, pardon me, I don’t know where I’m going with this. Chances are I’m much amiss. Back to the drawing board my mind went, Only to ponder my discontent. So as I stared, at that poem, It came to mind, I should be hoem....
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- Spring '07
- Poetry, Triple H, Sands Hotel, The Blind, John Malloy