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Lovestrand
Within the third hour we
would step
through the doorway
to a greeting so polished
it was as though
toothpaste
was dripping
from his whiskers.
We all shine disappointment
at how crooked the desks are
because none of us
want to think
of the real problem.
But him,
his frown
blends in with the light.
would step
through the doorway
to a greeting so polished
it was as though
toothpaste
was dripping
from his whiskers.
We all shine disappointment
at how crooked the desks are
because none of us
want to think
of the real problem.
But him,
his frown
blends in with the light.
Published 2nd Dec 2011
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