A Rich Girl Dreaming of Poverty
If she were poor, she would go to the rough side
and talk to tough strangers with rough haversacks.
Having done that, she would go in their homes,
and taste humus and other strange food.
Having done that, she would twiddle her thumbs
and wonder what next she should do.
8/14/2015
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