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Norman #86 (Free verse) by Owner of the Sky Dear Norman,
How are things up There?
And do you like the hair?
I know I hate it too,
Just as I know
It bothers you.
But that's not why I called,
But why I put you on hold.
I wanted to ask about
Why we haven't taken out,
The playful doubts;
Or the ones long dead
That you put in my head.
Can I look in there,
Now--
Without crying?
Without having to,
Aggravate you?
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