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Mote
Poems
Jan 2015
The temperature
drops two degrees when I look at it.
I have to work with
a skinny six shooter;
we will call our establishment
the last frontier
before the ghetto begins on the left.
Hubris
drips and tongues wag.
Guy has some pretty eyes.
Written by
Mote
31/F/Michigan
(31/F/Michigan)
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