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Shakespeare's Monkeys

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driving home his point

                                
His tires spun a thousand miles,
every inch brave and noble,
until snow flakes scattered the distance
on his windshield. Then they slid
like bad decisions on a soft shoulder,
a dozen feet and two were his
clutching and pumping and kicking
against the desperate hope that love
can save a fool from a blizzard
or an errand.

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