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Angles

Written by  Michael Troxell
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a slipshod sculpture of poorly-welded and rusty metal
in a case by the door
not on display
but ogled nonetheless
by bespectacled connoisseurs of nothing but their own opinions
who cluck their tongues
and tell you
what is and
what isn't
artful
while they whittle away their turpentine-saturated existences
watching

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