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She looks at me
with long suffering forbearance,
implying once again I must have
gotten up on the wrong side of my head
as all that comes out of my mouth
is sound without content
rhyme without reason
as clearly my left brain
hasn't had the coffee
it needs
to kick the right one
onto submission.
(First published in my 2nd book of poems, Little Pine, 2016)
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