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Dec 2014
Sticky lies
comb the gum out of my hair.
The universe told me
it is unfair.
We will trudge through it
snowy boots
sticky fingers
and all.
We will catch the vase
as it falls.
I will watch my face
as it calls
and combs
the gum out of my hair.
Ann Beaver
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Ann Beaver
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