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Ghost Wheels

After a certain age
cart wheels are considered outre,
but i outdid myself yesterday,
doing several on my way up the street.
This was seen by many,
who, when completed,
came up and said,
"Where've you been hiding,
we thought you were dead?"
then walked straight through me.

19 Apr 18

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