O You Red Wagon Naked In A Geo-political Context
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My severed!
Lonely, apart!
Rough-edged, bloody!
I bought the milk and eggs like you told me to.
Then I climbed from the river.
My severed!
Lonely, apart!
Rough-edged, bloody!
I bought the milk and eggs like you told me to.
Then I climbed from the river.
Labels: Allusive Poem, Not Writing Is A Form Of Writing, Poem of Allusivity, Short Poems, Short Poems [Not Really], Whitman [Walt]
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