Vada Thomas Poems

Pass me the peace pipe
This may be the last
Time of our fellowship
Little did I know
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Sharp hot tingles
Burning pain
entombed
Without the combination
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Mastering an old family recipe, while I
Yield the dough the way I was taught, placing ingredients in a
Measuring cup and adding some
Oil, a pinch of salt, and a little vanilla; I can’t wait to
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Full moon

Full moon tonight
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