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An Eighth of a Lemon

An Eighth of a Lemon For Martha in the early years life was recess, nothing more. She knelt on asphalt, quartered oranges for kittens who never lost stringed mittens, whose London Bridges never fell down. For Martha now, life’s Parkview Manor where a woman in white, three times a day, bleeds an eighth of a lemon into her tea. Donal Mahoney

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010




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