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Sunday, July 3, 2011

Your Words, My Words


I should remember that
when I twist your words,
they become my words,
and no longer yours.

1 comment:

  1. Dr. MikeJuly 3, 2011 at 10:56 PM

    Misunderstandings

    You tear up
    Crying, while I tear
    Up the furniture.

    I’m a little
    Rhorsark, fat
    And stout.

    You’re a steel
    Thimble on
    A big thumb.

    I want to pinch
    The tongue out
    Of your mouth

    But I love the buzz
    It does to
    My ears.

    [Disposable Poem July 3, 2011]
    Dr. Mike

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