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Poetry

Poetry

Clouds

 

ivory elephant clouds

burn in my toaster,

i hold dandelions

in the depot for buses

 

mediocrity pleads me to join

but i step back

watching the sand spill

from the mouths of Them

 

floating cats hiss out

put the flowers back

while dead dogs

chase them down trees

 

the clouds are gone

but my toaster is broken,

i hold my dandelions

that no one dares touch

 

by Joline M. Gurgel

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read at your own risk...

discovered, lost and squandered

death

various people

prayers, hymns and questions

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