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"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

Howie Good

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We were rowing for the shelter of the island.
"Paper or plastic?" passing birds taunted.
I stood up to look around - nothing in sight,
not even a heart at least a little ashamed of mankind.
My bones cracked when I sat back down.
So this is how a hero dies, I thought.
You had an unsaid apology on your lips
and one leg already over the side.