Francie Lynch Poems

Tergiverate.
You're talking.
Equivocate.
I'm listening.
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If your heart
Is racing,
Rest between
The steps,
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There's a sleeping giant
On the floor,
Snoring, blocking
All the doors.
...

Not listening!
Any jack-ass
Can carry
Heavy burdens
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Spirits are demons,
It's alluringly clear;
Cordial at first,
With smiles
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A father is a tree.
He is sappy at times,
And once distilled,
He's sweet.
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Don't call me Honey,
I'm not that sweet;
Don't call me Sugar,
I'm no beet;
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Everyone,
To begin.
We have no choices,
Depending on gurgled voices
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There came a rabbit
To inhabit
A space
In my Easter basket.
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You're losing weight,
You're eyes are bright,
You're skin is smooth,
Clear and bright,
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