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Inside the Henhouse: byr a thoddaid

The danger isn’t always so clear;
sometimes, it can amplify our fear
in ways we do not recognize, or see,
subtly in disguise.

We seem easily surprised by this,
wishing it were all lies.
While we were sleeping, it crept in;
destroying our sweet might-have-been.

24 APR 2025

© 2025, John Litzenberg. All rights reserved.

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