#This is some bad poetry from a journal that has a pink bandana cover. It starts with a
#newspapaer clipping dated June 2, 198
I.
At noon
with the sun directly
overhead
The mockingbird stares
at her toes
By two AM the
change is seen
unity can only be handled
metaphorically
cause the senses keep
getting in the way
think muddled and
wait
she understands her error
and waits for the
dawn to dawn

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