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This is my first draft poem about dust-bunnies. Please offer suggestions. It's for my writing class. I think this can be developed: Under beds and crammed in corners
They hide.
They are safe here.
Safe from brooms
Imposing feet
And death-doomed cups
To scoop them up in.
Quietly the settle
Inconspicuously pleased.
Ruffling a slight to a draft
Or a giant jogging by
They gravitate slowly to other locations.
Mingling, marrying, and melding each other
Gray-haired and clever
As wallflowers together
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