Therese Anne Schmidt Poems

I know you are,
and I saw what you did.

Little sunflowers
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Around, all around, the dark memories gather.
My dread grows as the headsman's axe
falls against my neck.
It severs me, and darkly my blood drips
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Thank you for your usual nasty, stinky, crabby selves.
I wrote fabulous poetry because you two are evil elves.
Too bad we can't keep both of you up on the shelves.
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It was the night before Samhain.
I had plans for the big night,
So I wanted to sleep in.
Deep in sleep as my head hit my pillow,
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