I sat and I wondered, to myself in my head, what shall I do before going to bed? "There's not much day left; there's no time ...
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
Poem 34: Freckles
There is something on your face my dear
it's brown, or black or perhaps
another shade that has not yet been named.
Would you like a napkin, or a tissue or a rag
to wipe it clean?
Or perhaps you need a hand?
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