.. Always-the sharp, plaintive edgeon the rimof the spoonof my giving.(lines 8-13 of the poem 'Confessions')
Kathleen Sheeder Bonanno
Try to be thoughtful, don't make the poor man say it; see how human he is, he has children of his own, it is your job to ask: And he will nod and say And now he can never not nod. And now he can never say no. And now he can never not say.
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And when I stand in the receiving linelike Jackie Kennedywithout the pillbox hat, if Jackie were fat and had taken enough Klonopinto still an ox, and you whisperdon't finish with
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