G.R. Melvin Poems

We’ll go back to the willows

And to our river’s still, no,
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I’ve submitted my documentation
(It backs me up)
It serves, inside, as the shiny side of my alibi
(This cracks me up)
It might name time frames
(But not the pretty pictures they hold up)
I made them aware of what might be what. Right where.
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It is foolish to suggest

These twin sisters finish
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Those days

Why did my Daddy
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