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Send your regards
"By the squeaky old gate that tomorrow will find,"
kindness is a necessary handkerchief:
convex lips to meet mine with gentle understanding
words that tenderize as a snarling babe sedated by mother's milk
Please wait for me there
never minding fallen appearances
spider veins spindled in my corporation - bogus skins -
depleted gums, haunted eyes
Extend a posy, a leaf of scripture, a lump of sugar
be impressed at the flounce of this wisteria skirt
and silver-studded circulation stockings
in remembrance of my blush
Copyright ©
Trina Layne
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