Brinkingthinking Poem by delilah contrapunctal.... yes, that's how I intended to spell it.........

Brinkingthinking



recalling days when newt was eft....
one-handed, garbled... right...no left....
lurking, waiting, yet to pounce....
intriguing some, brain weights: one ounce....

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