Imperial, supercilious
Self-crowned
Monarch
Of the bad comb-over
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(For Natalie)
She was dark and fine
with large African sunsets
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(For Suzette)
While we walked
Through the gardens
On that rain soaked
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Blame it on the August Moon
that waxed and waned way too soon.
from fall's eve until December
she burned like an ember.
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Like Dunbar
A caged bird
Cannot fly.
I spread my wings& try,
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My father, mother, and I traveled six hundred miles
And twenty years back
In a brand new Plymouth sedan.
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