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  • Annmarie Throckmorton, M.A.

Fear of Rocks and Ice

As the comet made its slow, terrifying procession across the night sky, I heard it sizzle. Others heard it buzz and hiss, I only heard it sizzle as it broke into its forty pieces. !Ver-ry Scar-ry!

I played and wrote some doggerel to set myself right.

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