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A Poem by Ken e Bujold

when a life hangs in the balance

between two or

three

the first syllable is the only one

you remember.

How lose the noose feels.

Ken e Bujold

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So would I be thinking:
1) through
2) thru
3) threw
or none of the above
or could this just be someone at the end of his rope?
or, ok, I'll shut up.

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Added on January 24, 2023
Last Updated on January 24, 2023

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