It's Open Link Night (#370) at dVerse Poets Pub. This (reworked) piece is all I've got. Sorry. ---------[||]--------- Ad Listat BacaranI dreamed myself small enough to fit intothree lines on a single page, holding a microscope,tryin…  | By Ron. on September 26, 2024 | It's Open Link Night (#370) at dVerse Poets Pub. This (reworked) piece is all I've got. Sorry. ---------[||]--------- Ad Listat Bacaran I dreamed myself small enough to fit into
three lines on a single page, holding a microscope,
trying to make out the finer print. Ad Listat Bacaran, I think it said; or at least
that's what came to mind when I woke up,
knowing I'd have to write it down. Some things just can't be saved. Some things,
smaller than the smallest of smalls,
we just have to let slip away. There comes a time, almost every day. 
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