Best Not

September 6, 2008 in Best Not | Tags: Best Not, Medicated Lady, Poem, Poetry, Writing

Best not ask if She speaks
Easy
You never know what She might say or when or who She might
Offend
Never mind the look, a glimmer from some old, beaten
Dream
Else you strike the match
Rage

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September 8, 2008 at 9:12 pm

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