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Poem Details
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| Title: | The moon smells |
| Author: | susan bradley smith |
| Date Submitted: | 8/18/2006 |
| Poem: |
like gunpowder. I heard tonight that you were in trouble. I’m not here to help, let me tell you I have a gun cocked at your need, rock solid and covered in denim . Spoil me, spill over me. Me, I was size seven and now I’m sorry you’re so old that you’ve had a heart attack. My heart has long suffered thus: The need for surgery.... |