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we were all to meet

saint monica’s 1:00pm

irish friends on LA ground

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doubled strollers pull

hardened hearts ‘round

through weathered

wooded doors

pews packed full

on morning mother’s day

tears were swept

while well wishes sent

for senan’s heart was blessed

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pints went down

round after round

the king’s head bowed

as the angel took his flight

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two o’clock

twitter tweets

japan’s heart skips a beat

8.9

then waves of mud

tv screams

warnings loud

map high ground

and

wait

it

out

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lavender dreams

and honeysuckle kisses

the pillow whispers

making eyelids aflutter

while indian flowers

dress me up like butter

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minxy the manx, strolled out of our lives just as fast as she trollop-ed in. desperate meows echoed from the back yard, calling for us to open the door. then this little speckled, dark fur feline emerged from out of nowhere. light on her feet and fast like a fox, she waltzed into the house and up on our shoulders. she followed us from room to room, crying out to us with her little screechy yelp. she was so lovey. so needy. “poor little thing, she must be lost. she must be hungry.” she lapped up that food like she hadn’t eaten in days. “poor little thing.” we left the door open for her to go home. she zipped in and out and then up on our laps. she didn’t seem to want to stay out. didn’t she have anywhere to go. two nights went by with her curled up to our backs. then just like a flash, she went out to never return. manxy you minx.

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birch wood, small

box, blue trim

stamped around the edges

secret compartment

underneath, slides slow

to open, blueberry

warm surprise

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victor victoria

how i adore

your clothes victorian

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tightly pulled

and bodiced

body like an acordian

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cup runneth over

and over and over

leather kneeboot gets latticed 

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higher and higher

until the strings

pop on petticoat #4

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