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Mar 2019
Hint:  if you can read between the lines this might make sense.



(sonnet #MMMMMMMDCCLI)


O to be again his baby! set to scale
Upon the countertop where lo, fr'intents
The blender shows how small I am as hence
They watch their little girl eat crackers; hail
That fun with oh, the camra's eye t'avail
Poster'ty (which ne'er came to be) and sense:
So quasi "innocent" and dumb, I thence
Wish, sipping that espresso pulled, t'exhale.
Ah, foolish thought!  No sooner do I stir
Fond visions, but to ope my lips--what to
Effect is?!  Laugh at me.  Yes, hold in tour
Your sides and guffaw:  I'm as dumb.  Dad knew,
And further, proves it.  I digest in poor
'Scuse that keen fact.  And really, what is new?

07Mar19a
Kick me to Timbuktu for studying my parent's black and white photos of their firstborn and finding the same too enchanting.  After all, I am NOT narcissistic.
Jenny Gordon
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Jenny Gordon  46/F/Elgin, IL
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