Full Time Poet
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Tuesday, June 1, 2010
.165
With a sneeze
You snapped a rib
In my bed
Last night
You whined and moaned
like a frothing dog
beset by badgers
round your bowl.
Tucked you in.
Made you tea.
Rubbed your feet
Intimately.
I'd do right
by you woman—
If you'd
done right by me.
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