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Saturday, October 22, 2011
MINI POEMS
*
Your
mid-day kisses
taste
as though
they
come
from lips
that
have
just been socked.
*
Mae
ropes
the string of pearls
around
herself,
a lasso,
for
each
daily trek
to
the
mailbox.
Also,
this occurs
on
Sundays
and
observed Mondays.
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