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A Place for My Poems to Live
Thursday, September 28, 2006
9/27/06
"I'm tired
of being nice to you,"
you hiss,
venom dripping
from your lips
and eyes
hurling
poison darts.
Ugly and vile,
yet somehow
preferable
to the
niceness
you speak of.
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