A Thing of Beauty
a poem a day for a year
Monday, October 28, 2013
#301
Rory grabbed my bracelets
the moment I sat down when
I arrived, abandoning quite readily
the task of eating Gerber chicken
noodle mush that not even the
dog would go near.
catherinenglish 10-28013
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