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I
Do Not Expect To Be One Much Longer
It's
Not Longer Than a Life.
Wear.
please,
continue.
The
Visitor's Eye.
Were
You Listening.
Yes.
Regretting
The Night.
Surviving.
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Through
My Mother's Eyes.
I
see my father
Sitting just inside
The wide open garage
Just tucked in
With lawn mowers
Reading from a mystery novel.
In his pocket
There are chocolates
Twisted in red and green paper
Placed there in ready
For a walk
In the woods.
[ The previous poem ]
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division
2
You
Can Peer Into The Cracks
Breakfast.
Things
Happen.
Blind.
Dating.
A
Borrowed Bed.
A
Love Poem.
I
Remember.
Through
My Mother's Eyes.
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