Ode # 1
to a Four Lined Poem
There is a guard standing by me
He is weeding my words
I hear tall grasses
Growing out of my ears
Josephine Lipuma all rights reserved 2004
to a Four Lined Poem
There is a guard standing by me
He is weeding my words
I hear tall grasses
Growing out of my ears
Josephine Lipuma all rights reserved 2004
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