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Jan 2019
Layin head to face,
We spoonfeed baby food to microwaves.
Catching colds from the blonde bangs,
Jacuzzi anklets & monk beads in teal.
As thought leaves a mark it makes room for walls.
For plain cherry Pop Tartsβ„’ sake,
I beg you,
In the name of the three times removed -  but never named,
For lack of a joke worse than you,
Get them wounds checked out.
david jm
Written by
david jm  long beach ca
(long beach ca)   
   Harriet Maguire
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