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Five Little Souls

Five Little Souls In this house even the bathroom’s a place of no peace. I huddle there Sundays enthroned with whatever they’ve left of the paper. Off the door, the great blitz: rubber balls, little fists, soles of bare feet. Unamused, still perusing, I sit there refusing to vacate my sanctum. Blitz your bare feet! Donal Mahoney

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010




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