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By Pat McN. BenzMiller / March 18, 1988

The candle flame and I Both keep our poise, Never shiver, never bend.

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The cat enjoys

Our vigilance, our form.

We share a stare, Cat, candle, I, triune

In silence bare.

We hold, unwilling to

Divide the space, Then flicker, leap, and yawn!

So much for grace.