You see my world is isolated.
There is a wall at the edge.
It is filled with tiny crevices
and to come here you must fit through them.
But quite humorous it is that only
the thin and weak can slip in.
The large, muscular ones are left out.
9/5/1996
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The Writing of John B. Randall 