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poetry by Genevieve Callaghan

Monday, August 22, 2011

Dark Mother Virginia

Dark mother
called the others
for a little while

A few decades to
raise her voice

was all she needed
to be well heeded

before succumbing
to the humming
of her choice.
Posted by Hero at 5:09 PM

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