Grapes On A Vine Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Grapes On A Vine



You cooked for him a baby like brisket
That grew into your soul;
And now your soul jingles:
Your soul has a soul.

Thursday, December 24, 2009
Topic(s) of this poem: baby
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Robert Rorabeck

Robert Rorabeck

Berrien Springs
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