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Jul 2019
is what they want
how phony
something that looks and smells nice
little children can ride on
or to decorate someone’s yard –
give it curb appeal
stuff that is in the Hallmark cards
that fluff that gets people worked up
the cute miniature horse
that could never carry a load
bricks and ****** are not their trick
yet I’ve built my life upon it
rats scurry through my yard
all-night panic attacks
the police
and ambulance
coming again
you’ll never see
daffodils or ponies
at my house
but you will find
a mouse scurrying across the floor
and a ton of his droppings
where the dishes are stored
sandra wyllie
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sandra wyllie  56/F
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