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Poems from the Trip Home 1

Something rests upon those rosy cheeks What pairs well with that bobbing smile? An apron? A milk cow? Those Sturdy pillars you call legs tap, tap, tap, tap, tap... I think you belong in a painting You & your voice.

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noah-matuszewski

American

Published: Apr 15, 2012
LinesWords: 840

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