Nassy Fesharaki Poems

Dagger

Some people only talk,
-are monkeys; sick and fart
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Fresh cut

For you I
Spread a carpet
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Pine apple

From sweet must have turned
To sour
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Care for all

It seems like
I was born to feel pain
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When gone

I wonder if I can
When am dead
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Frisbee

My friends
I ask you to please
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Call

Saw him as willow
Was leaning against wall
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Cemetery

In times I take a while
I sit me in a room
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Counted on

Dad always counted on my mom when
We had lands, lot of farms, in village
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Beetles to gadflies

Can recall that summer
-and camping in open
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