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Dec 2016
Stuffed on chicken wire,
no rooster in the yard.

I’m practicing magic
while the lawnmower rides.

Funny that,
said her valentine.

They hadn’t yet learned
there’s so much to know,

her body opening
like a rose.
Erin Suurkoivu
Written by
Erin Suurkoivu  F/Canada
   Wk kortas
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