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If it happened to you
They would be porcelain
And kept behind glass

But it happened to me
And they are rubbery
And explode when they are squashed

They can't be swept up
Because they are so soft that they
Just roll under the bristles

So I vacuumed them up
one by one

And imagined that the bag
Would one day be filled
With anxious flies

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