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Dream of The Blue Racers
little blue racers
she used to call them
scuttling across the
bathroom floor
why would karma create
a creature like this
to abhor
the bane of lonesome
housewives
imagine being the worst
kind of woman
of man
and then reincarnation has for you
another plan
to come back
as a little blue racer
so soft of body and fearful of
the light
condemned to the corners the slime
and the night
ugly homely silverfish
God created for what purpose
but none
see how unhappy you seem
see how you run
Copyright May 18 2014
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Melissa A Howells////Meloo Tilt-a-World
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