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Poems And Palms
I would like
To read your poems
She said,
I would like to
Read your palm
I said,
I don’t know
She mused,
One palm could
Lead to another
And then who knows where,
Same with the poems
I said,
Only if I like it
She said,
Same with
your
palm
My Dear,
Same with your palm.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
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