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Skunk

Opening my door, I shrank back. A Porcupine and a skunk stood

Smiling up at me. They carried little notepads with a pencil behind the


Skunk’s ear. They were canvassing the neighborhood to demand equal

Rights. Knowing their reputation for retaliation, I quickly slammed


The door. In belligerent voices they accused me of the very thing they

Were canvassing against. They faced rejection for being who they were.




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galbraith.susan
galbraith.susan
Jan 25, 2022

Excellent, Glen! Looking forward to scouring the New Yorker's poetry in the future.🤗

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Agree with Sue - definitely New Yorker candidate! Brilliant metaphor for so many situations. 🌞

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suegwool
suegwool
Jan 25, 2022

Beautiful, playful, political commentary. Belongs in the New Yorker! Much love xoxoox

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