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Isn't it pretty to think so
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
here is
Here is my sadness intertwining
wrapping like brief strands of ivy,
sparse and threatening.
There is no wringing of the hands here;
that is a motion left behind
with housewives in the 1950s.
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