Judith Viorst (February 2, 1931)
I wanted small pierced earrings (gold).
You gave me slippers (gray).
My mother said that she would scold
Unless I wrote to say
How much I liked them.
& nbsp; Not much.
Submitted: Friday, January 03, 2003
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