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dismay (on thinking)

my hands clasp around my head
but i am not the thinker
hunched sitting stroking even
a clay beard turns to bronze
maybe alchemy even gets old
dropping out for a good idea
so i work my way around it
and then coincidence revives my lot
my hands disguise my smile
my hands my hands my hand is blessed
but my head does hurt a lot

25 Oct 06

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I liked the first part a lot, but I think it would be better if you dropped the last four lines, it seems to drag.  
However, I like the cadence of the words!
 — Artemis

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