absolutesA Poem by h d e rushinGod is love. January is the first month. Mother took the hot comb to my sisters hair each morning. Squeal's could be heard. Let X be > 10. I think, therefore I am. Prayer, more prayer, then bread. I was unable to read Plath until my 50's. I voted last evening. My guy didn't win. The phone bill keeps coming. D-Day really happened. Sister has a mouse. Now a calico cat. I towel dry my oily feet. There's only one God. The driveway's been cracked since the vortex. 4 people follow me on Facebook. Three I've never met. Me and Angela Basset are related. This I found out on PBS. I don't respond to text messages. When I told you to go to hell. I never dreamed you could. © 2014 h d e rushinReviews
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