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poetry on the run
Monday, October 5, 2009
A Portrait of My Mother, October 6th 2009
Monday, Midnight
My mother is imprisoned by her cat.
She won't ask me to leave it in the woods.
It's been ten years since my parents divorce.
She sleeps with her door open.
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Here is Joe McHugh
October 6, 2009 at 5:50 PM
This one is very good, Ryan.
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This one is very good, Ryan.
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