- I GREW UP WITHOUT A FATHER/l said,lowering my eyes/she just looked through me/and asked if I WAS comfortable in my body.
Showing posts with label the Bigtop tent sits in the old field/since the day the circus left/no one dares go near it. Show all posts
Showing posts with label the Bigtop tent sits in the old field/since the day the circus left/no one dares go near it. Show all posts
Friday, June 26, 2009
blues poem for the children of the world;cross my heart/hope to die
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