The shadow puppets
They won't let go of my hands
They won't quit talking
I can make them leave
If I pop my knuckles hard
and clench my fists
But they soon return
Gritty, blooming penumbras
And smacking red grins
Telling me all about
The smashing fun they had
While on holiday
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