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Poems
Jan 2014
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He takes me down
And brushes the dust
Thats collected on my limbs.
He puts me on his arm
And smiles at all these faces ,
I grin and bare it .
They Oo and they Ah at how lovely
It all seems ,
It crosses my mind
That i cant fool everyone .
Silent ride home ,
Seems like 20 million paces
From the car to the house.
Wash my face ,
Trying to rid the day,
Light off.. Back up on the shelf.
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