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Forbidden Portal
by C J Brady

My hips couldn’t squeak through a

manhole. Maybe it’s aptly 

named. A round peg can’t fit through a 

round hole, if the round peg is 

too big. What could be down there 

anyway? Sewers, rain-run-off, alligator 

men? Imagine just dropping right 

In. A slip ‘n slide straight to the wet warm 

sea. A glowing tunnel of fiber optic 

cable trees. A journey to the center of 

the Earth for free. Most likely, 

an undulating river of pee. I can’t 

know. The portal doesn’t fit me.

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