Midway to Nowhere
`
'I was born half alive, the other half partly insane.'
she dribbles inaudibly, grinning coquettishly;
and between there is no apology.
Even the deaf can fathom underhanded effrontery.
She however, will not brandish fangs without syrup.
`
poem by Frederick Kesner
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