My mother wore
a big fur coat.
"Mother," I said.
"You look like a jungle beast."
"No," she said.
"I look like a stylish middle-aged woman."
But
the next day
she was shot by a poacher.
Monday, February 1, 2010
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mental expectorations in poetic format (often rhyming...huzzah!), dedicated to my very favorite rodent.
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