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Falls Visitor
by Alan Harris
A hundred feet from
Niagara's Horseshoe Falls
hurtling blindly down
with groaning gravitation
stood the antebuilding all
a-color inside and a-glitz
with trinkets and toys
crafted in worldwide shacks.
Chattering T-shirted tourists,
sporting transparent rainsuits
and chewing chewing gum,
made ready for their big wows.
Cheep! from suddenly ceilingward
descended the speech of a sparrow
trapped in this house of gee whiz--
divinity by surprise.
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