I WAS TOLD
I WAS TOLD THERE WOULD BE CAKE
In the past this poem has refused
to be written So why not refuse
to read it ? Ah but you are already
in Seduced by the promise of iambic
and the blaze of brilliant sunsets Run while you still have a chance
And you are young enough to make a life for yourself
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Spring 2011
songanddancegirl 