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I stood the blocks end to end,

spelling your name

you walked into the room,

put hands on hips,

looked at the blocks

with a hard twisted little smile,

said “That’s not my name!”,

gave the blocks a good kick,

spun on your heels,

and made to depart

“Who are you then?”

I called after you

“I’m still trying to figure that out,”

you replied

with a laugh….

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