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We Know Her

An old chipped bowl. A bent and jagged edged spoon. Is all that she holds. A flour sack dress, Sandals made from an old tire, are her daily clothes Scrabbling at the dump, Digging through trash to find life. Bits of rot for food Water from a drain, Brackish, foul. Her only drink. Only bath, the rain. Who is this person? We know her. For she portrays the face of many.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010




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Date: 2/10/2010 4:45:00 AM
I encourage you to continue writing Paula. Wishing you the best in your writing endeavors. I enjoyed reading your poetry this morning. Love, Carol
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Date: 2/9/2010 2:34:00 PM
She sure does and in this day and age it's criminal thanks for pricking the conscience Daniel
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