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Shakespeare's Monkeys

Infinite Monkeys. Infinite Typewriters.

More in Three nails and a spear

anticipation

bellyaching never solves anything.
What is this pause
between thoughts
that leaves me cold?

A rabid monkey
lucking my calves
before biting me?

An unattended
invitation to an
unwanted wedding
waiting to leave me with
a nasty papercut?

Or just your left eyebrow
raised.
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