Bellying Poems - Poems about Bellying

...swift, creeping cat, bellying lightlessly across the backyards by night a Cimmerian shadow with dun short-haired quickness not so easily caught along the mottled sidewalk t......

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...Mid-life street woman from red town she was...I grew up with her under mango trees now softly drooping their shoulders much like hers.. but she, still contoured like a Paul Gauguin urn, ......

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...Late mid-life street woman she is... I grew up with her under mango trees now softly drooping their shoulders much like hers.. but she, still shaped like a Boticelli urn, wrapped in arm......

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