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My poetry's really meant as decoration For the days of life that we get rationed; My lines for scrapbooks, wrapped around vases; Words embroidered utilitarian places. My words antimacassars for things nearby; Some dangling sentences passing by, Upon the latest quilt or jewelry box; Or purse, or duffle, or coffee mug. Please use my poems as flourishes and frills, To substitute for things sans time to feel; Shabby chic poetry, for every need: Then there's always something to read.
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Jul 18, 2010
Jul 18, 2010 at 3:06 PM UTC
Shabby Chic Poetry
My poetry's really meant as decoration For the days of life that we get rationed; My lines for scrapbooks, wrapped around vases; Words embroidered utilitarian places. My words antimacassars for things nearby; Some dangling sentences passing by, Upon the latest quilt or jewelry box; Or purse, or duffle, or coffee mug. Please use my poems as flourishes and frills, To substitute for things sans time to feel; Shabby chic poetry, for every need: Then there's always something to read.
patti-masterman-heterodynemind
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Jul 18, 2010
Jul 18, 2010 at 3:06 PM UTC
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