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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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