Eusebeia Philos
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Sunday, July 28, 2013
Speck In My Whiskey
A dot of a speck
floats casually
in my
small,
clear glass
of aged whiskey,
a tiny bug
with
a long,
tongue-tied
Latin name
that
I surely
cannot
pronounce,
but
can
easily
swallow.
©Eusebeia Philos 2013
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