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Jan 2013
Like the sour
taste in your mouth,
or the canker sore
on the tip of your tongue.  

The sweet taste
of mother's milk,
stopped up,
for formula.

Poor child,
a curse that
leaves him
clutching
for a latex ******.
Irving MacPherson
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