Raw Onions Poem by Francie Lynch

Raw Onions



You want
What I refuse
To relinquish.
Like my penchant
For raw onions
On my hotdog;
A pillow
Between my knees.
The choice is mine.
You can have
Everything else,
But that.

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Francie Lynch

Francie Lynch

Monaghan, Ireland
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