Poetry

Mother

Post Views = 2042 I love this milk, I can’t wean Honestly, I love these tits They come with milk, the only delicacy for me I look up to her face, and direct to her eyes. I can see care in there, pouring down to me I can see the love in those arms, behold they hug me tight.   …

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The preacher

Post Views = 552Each Sunday the preacher stood on the pulpit His left arm with a bible tucked under his armpit Several crosses calligraphed on the cover page And I sat right there at the front page With an enormous KJV bible, always People needed to see me with it, And talk well of me. I remember I could count …

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