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The Old Complaint
M.J. Howes, Editor
Tuesday, July 1, 2008
The Ghost of Aristotle
The three legged dog stopped to
inspect the beer bottle corpse
arranged on the sidewalk like
a stained glass spill.
He seemed to regard it
with ancient pity.
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