seamus mullins Poems

She stands at the mirror
I see what she cannot
She never sees
The wonder of her eyes
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Her the one with the blue eyes
The one with the great thighs
Her as she walks by my room
The one who makes the boys sigh
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How do I love thee
Let me count
Wait can't do that
Been done
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She walks with head bent
As if careful of her steps
Lest she tread
On even the smallest of God's creatures
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Millions of items
Thousands of buyers
None of them
Lookin at me
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