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A small turd floats in the otherwise clean toilet bowl like a persistent doubt.
Dave Bonta
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A small turd floats in the otherwise clean toilet bowl like a persistent doubt.
Dave Bonta's three-line poem begins with an image most people would rather not dwell on: a single turd floating in a toilet bowl that is otherwise spotless. Then comes the comparison that gives the moment its weight. It looks like "a persistent doubt."
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