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The Handicapped Poet
at the Lake
A new moon shines on one side,
A sunset on the other,
And in between, reflections
Seem to vie with one another –
I could enjoy this beauty
Almost to ecstasy
If only the mosquitoes
Would stop enjoying me.
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