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Poem

May 12, 2015 by Kassandra   

You’re like a tipsy barmaid on stilts,
A baby deer on moss,
A motorcycle on ice,
Like a flying saucer
A tea saucer,
A pop can with a bullet hole,
But I’ll clean up after you anyway.


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