christmasA Poem by J. DeVine2009
the pins in my
chest ache when we had chicken for dinner and green beans and bruised purple broccoli and that was when i baked houses of mud and could feel my life now we make our nests in a different tree and mine seems to be lacking fruit or ands just one last night
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Added on April 17, 2010 Last Updated on April 22, 2010 |

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