Jacques Maurice

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Xxii - Poem by Jacques Maurice

I broiled a hot dog
and the women cried,
sad to see it
so shrivelled and burnt.

They wouldn’t eat it;
they only sighed
when it fell on the floor
and rolled in the dirt.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, October 8, 2011



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