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My Limit

If Giant Wolverines came for my breath,

With buck-teeth and a glow in red-eyes,

To make me into their burger and fries,

Pliant I would be to them, such a treat.

Yes, I am glad to be your little creature:

Watch me plant your flag on the moon-base;

See me on jungle rivers with lost falls,

But too much pain and your savior walk’s alone.


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Copyright 2023 Jeffrey Merk

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