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Thursday, June 2, 2011

Mother, Oh, Mother Mine

The wrinkles on her face read
Like the story books she
Would read to her children.

Summer's sweat pours
Off her face still.
Countless winter's cold
Rests on her brow.

But a smile breaks open her face
And sunlight catches fire in her eyes.
Laughter expels like carbon dioxide
From her mouth.
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4 comments:

  1. Lian .DWednesday, 08 June, 2011

    isnt laughter carbin dioxide?

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  2. KaceSunday, 12 June, 2011

    ... You just had to poke at my favorite line, didntcha? That's the only part I liked about this! And laughters a sound! =P

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  3. Lian .DMonday, 13 June, 2011

    but...but......... it's deffinetly carbon dioxide.

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  4. KaceFriday, 17 June, 2011

    .......kiki.. you're done. no more talking for you..

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