400 - Poem by RIC S. BASTASA

her blond hair unkempt
her eyes looking at the side of this page
and she does not say it
as she holds her piece of burnt pancake
with her tiny hands
all too dirty for a child
like her

why not do a good turn for me?
i am helpless.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, February 20, 2009

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