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In The Park
āItās so sweet to hear their chatter, watch them grow and thriveā
In The Park
āThen, nursing the youngest child, sits staring at her feetā
In The Park
āThey have eaten me aliveā
Suburban Sonnet
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āShe practices a fugue, though it can matter to no one how well she playsā
Suburban Sonnet
āa wave of nausea overpowers subject and counter subjectā
Suburban Sonnet
āZest and love drain out with soapy waterā
Suburban Sonnet
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āThe children caper round a sprung mousetrap, where a mouse lies dead.ā