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By Phil Flott but I preferred not to give them my time. I disregarded them from my sight, even while catching glimpses of them floating out the corners of my eyes, not in colors, kind of shady. I did not heed their admonitions and warnings, though my inside surely heard. I could definitely spot them appearing, oh so briefly. But when I quickly turned my head—poof, they were gone. They tried and tried to get my attention, But I rarely listened--or apologized. Phil Flott's poetry has recently appeared in Poetic Sun, Vita Poetica, Raven's Perch and other publications.
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