I fought with my blanket-
I went toe to toe-
I kissed two angry mouths-
inside out of boyhood-
now a daughter lost.
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Tickle your toes. . .
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Poets United Contributor
love the first line...I know that all too well, for different reasons.
ReplyDeletethanks, James.
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