Jour de Lessive
Swish swash, swish swash, Its laundry day And I’ve clothes to wash. The machine spins off And memories tossed, So
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Korina’s Garden
Right from the moment the duckling was born she was carefully trained to be forlorn, because unlike her blessed, happy
Picnic at Juliette’s
We lay and ate sweet hurt-berries In the bracken of Hurt Wood. Like a quire of singers singing low The dark pines
Julianne
She has doe’s eyes A shy gaze She looks like the Madonna A sad face But wait until she breaks