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"Oh how rude then, I'm terribly sorry for that."
And he reddened, although he made no move to go,
but tipped lightly his titular hat.
I found myself staring a moment too long
at its fine woven pattern of wool.
Mathematic and tight though I knew it to be,
in this light it swarmed, random and cruel.
Where had I seen it? That zig-zag of lines
that smeared to a patternless gray?
It tickled my senses and teased at my mind.
For the life of me, I couldn't say.
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