My Freckle Was In a Different Spot

I felt an itch

late last night.

It twitched and twitched.

I did not fight.

Thought "If I

itch right now,

the itch will win

for sure, somehow."

So, I let it be.

It didn't have me.

The tingle tingled

less and less.

The fingers didn't wiggle-

no more mess.

In the morning,

I looked upon the spot

that itched and itched

and to my amazement,

I saw the source.

It was a freckle

that had switched, yes switched.

No wonder it had itched,

of course.

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