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May 2015
i've blown the head off
of a furry dandelion
watching the seedlings
twisting and turning
in the gentle breeze
to land softly in my neighbors yard
anticipating with an evil hunger
his cursed filled exclamations
at a lawn covered with weeds.
susan
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susan  chicago
(chicago)   
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