Carelessly Precious God Poem by Robert Rorabeck
Carelessly Precious God
Over and under
Rivers
Indian givers are
Precious liars;
And I always wondered
Where you
Disappeared to after
School,
Because it was as if
The day was ending
And my bullies
Existed in a void
While I awaited
Always for the return
Of the education of
A carelessly
Precious god.
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
Topic(s) of this poem: education
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