I Get Around

Walking on toothpicks

Dancing on eggs (shells)

To daily maneuver

This (hell’s) world without legs

Photos are priceless

No picture (is) passé

Get lost in the image

Sweep-clean (the) foray

Go back to your hidey-holes

Refreshed (by) the caper

The words can’t escape

(Since) …they never met paper

How will you answer?

Dare you (to) respond?

Think you are safe?

Has (imminent) danger moved on?

No news is good news

Until it (news) is bad

Be thankful you’re lucky

(Shhh…) it happens–so sad.

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