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Tuesday, March 7, 2017

Trapped: like a rat in McGregor's garden

Clementine, our old dog

I am trapped by a situation of my own making.
I may be the only one who has the key that fits the lock.

I am not sure I want out.

It is almost safe here.

Most certainly it is familiar,
and by that I mean comfortable.

I know the script,
very, very well.

The dance steps are well rehearsed,
and are performed without thinking.
(as all excellent dances are done)

After all, I am an old dog (so to speak) 
and this is a new trick.

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