DegreesA Poem by SorenWhen does a breeze become a blow a single flake a storm of snow A psychopath lovingly petting a dog, an honest banker altering his log What's too hot or too cold, when is one too young or too old Boundary between sad and glad, good or bad, happy or mad How fine a line before it disappears, when does a passing glance become leers A straight line at close vicinity will form a circle growing to infinity
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