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091225
DENTAL FLAWS
Hot and cold,
sweets (like cake)—
these things cause
my tooth to ache.
Though I beg
the pain to slake,
eyes and jaws
and cheeks partake.
091224
VERSE-ATILE
What shall we make a poem of—
a feather or a father?
A roux or kangaroo?
What shall we make a poem of?
Anything will do.
091223
DECEMBER 23
We're two days shy of Christmas,
said Adam, and—I believe—
that means tonight is Christmas
eve eve, Eve.
091222
WRITING
ASSIGNMENT
Others build
or grow
or fix.
Others mother.
I do this.
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