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Lobsters and Unicorns
Sadness filled me as I had, upon hearing of his death,
Thoughts of what could have been.
He was my unicorn,
But I married my lobster.
Thoughts of what could have been
Flashing like short movies through my mind--
But I married my lobster,
So those movies will never play for an audience.
Flashing like short movies through my mind
I work to exchange them for memories I have made,
So those movies will never play,
And I will be happy with my lobster as I mourn my unicorn.
Copyright ©
Linda Craddick
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