Plenty of fish in the

Shop, striking, slicing batter and

Chip off the old block

Out the lights, the blinding

Light the candle, don’t curse the

Dark before dawn, the morn, the

Yawning chasm of emptiness

Jumping and leaping from

One idea island to another

Can’t get feet wet

Can’t step on the crack

Don’t want

To break my back.

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