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motherdaughter
by Bob Arcaniamotherdaughter she slept
naked on the front porch
old wooden swing creaked
with each passing breeze
until the mailman came
and swept up her cobwebs
didnt they say she was
pretty once before she
grew too old she slept
naked on the front porch
creaking in the moonlight
she sighed pleasantries
a moan for tense ears only 04/10/2007 Author's Note: inhale exhale-- it'll be summer before you know it.
Posted on 04/10/2007
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