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Tom Harnett Poem
Flying through fields
Wind through her tousled ruby hair
Her eyes chocolates, gleaming in the sun
Melting me.
Others are chasing her
But she comes to me
Her gaze a perpetual hug,
As she jumps into my arms
Kissing my face,
Each one a blessing,
Each one a curse
That it doesn't last forever.
She’s over by the trees now
Weaving in and out, wandering, searching.
Then I see it, I grab the plastic bag,
and pick up the turd that she left there.
Copyright © Tom Harnett | Year Posted 2016
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Tom Harnett Poem
When I first saw her I played it cool.
Her movements jolting, her eyes Jewels,
literally.
Her eyes were both made of glass
she was clinically blind.
And I can't express,
My love for her, because I'm a mime.
Copyright © Tom Harnett | Year Posted 2016
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