A child’s smile that
lit up the city
Broke
when a shoe sent
ripples ripping the puddles hugging
the streets
just like
tipping debts onto a man.
We all break like porcelain anyway.
By Monoid the Confessor
The Department of Paradoxes
hereby officially sanction
This collection of words
woven together by
the Yours Truly
is in accordance with
the Cosmic Unplanning Act
as of May, 2009
Backed with the full faith
and credit of
Cowboys and Indians
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