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Polyphemus and Odysseus

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He stood cackling.

A pebble to a mountain of man,

Too big, too barbaric, now too blind

For his own good.

The man races with his surviving crew

Hidden among livestock

To get on their boat, and away from the freakish son of a god.

A proud, bold, Nobody sails away into the sunset

Where an angry father waits to exact his revenge.





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