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13 Jun 2024 Leave a comment
by leelah saachi in Poetry, sumthin Tags: pomeranian, potatoes, sun, Voice, wine
I drank a small glass of wine
and understood something for the first time
I laid down on the floor with my legs up the wall
The small pomeranian next door had at last got a voice
I wwnt out in the sun
and harvested 19 minipotatoes
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