Ear To Shoulder

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I caught myself in the mirror today:
right hand, holding a pear and my shoulder
up by my ear.

I remember watching a seminar:
to channel confidence maximise
ear to shoulder space.

As I grow older and older, my non-decisions
are why my ear and my shoulder
long for each other.

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