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What you see is what you get
by Mary Ellen Smith
Might rhyme a word or two at night
When the moons too bright.
But a poets thoughts too far too see
And my blood too thick
And warm in me.
No true anguish could I share
Its all worked out
Between here and there.
The face I show, lipsticked red
Applied shortly after up from bed.
Smile then, yes, that will do.
People then remember you.
As bright and friendly
Full of smiles.
Its served me well these many miles.
No butterfly in chrysalis
No deep and frightening dark abyss.
Water is warmer
The more you get wet and,
What you see is what you get.
01/26/2003 Posted on 01/26/2003
Copyright © 2025 Mary Ellen Smith
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