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When I Gossip - Dec. 11, 2025

  • Gary Hunter
  • Dec 11, 2025
  • 1 min read

my critiques are like wolf-speak

in sheep’s clothing, they’re only

to tidy up some old ram, shear and

re-shape it, flesh out the lamb

 

of course, wolves need

makeovers too, sometimes

an unwashed white poodle

turns a mean gray

 

and with a little soap, but mostly

the cascading rinse water,

turns into a most beautiful

version of humility

 
 
 

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