This shred of arrogance kept popping up in the living room
as if at the appointed hour
you are the whole in your seemingly illogical . . .
Where do we stand? . . .
There was nothing not to like about it
of course it had many iterations . . .
so many that the scorecard filed a grievance
and left us with little to say
especially when your publicist struck a dissonant chord . . .
With so few clusters you have to wonder
though I suppose one could argue the converse . . .
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| Leila Fores |