Mondays are
the splinters
you get
licking an
ice cream
stick, trying
to remove
the splinters
you get
licking an
ice cream
stick, trying
to remove
last remnants
of chocolate.
of chocolate.
1/17/11
This poem will be published in an upcoming issue of Verse Wisconsin.
This poem will be published in an upcoming issue of Verse Wisconsin.
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