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Danielle Thompson Poem
Raisin Bread of which I bought
the wrong one.
You are white, I wanted wheat.
You are hard, I prefer soft.
I will return and buy a new
Raisin Bread.
But you,
I will never forget.
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Danielle Thompson Poem
T oday is Duque’s Birthday.
H air is turning grey.
I ncontinence is threatening;
R est homes and decay.
T oday is Duque’s Birthday.
Y a Yas with Ya Yas
E ar hair and some nose hair.
I rrational chutzpah
G out, bunions and arthritis.
H earing aids and blindness.
T oday is Duque’s Birthday
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Danielle Thompson Poem
Sheba sat upon a leaf.
There began my morning grief.
For when I checked on him today
he hadn't moved since yesterday.
I shook the plant.
His body bobbed.
Panic set in as my heart sobbed.
I bit my lip.
I hid my pain.
Now, I must flush him down the drain.
Not wanting to react too soon,
I poked him with a metal spoon.
Not a fin twitched;
a second poke.
Alas! Sheba abruptly woke.
He darted off in a hurried swim.
Then glared at me for poking him.
I screamed in shock,
"I thought you were dead!
You stupid fish! Go back to bed!"
And as I sighed with great relief,
Sheba returned to his favorite leaf.
Copyright © Danielle Thompson | Year Posted 2009
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Danielle Thompson Poem
The alarm says, "Get Up, Go to Work!"
But I would rather stay in bed.
Here, it is warm and cozy.
I fight heavy eyelids.
I succumb to them.
The alarm groans.
I don't care.
Hit snooze.
Snore.
Copyright © Danielle Thompson | Year Posted 2009
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