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2003 Poetry you keep seeing how my
zone goes topsy-turvy,
when you can’t even see
the debris within your own
vicinity. Your finger ‘s
pointing at me, but there’s
no denying, three of your
other fingers are aimed at you
Good job. Sounds a little rebelous, but it's interesting. I know most people write things like this when mad and don't really expect a comment, but I really liked it.