Scars And Cadillacs And Push Brooms Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Scars And Cadillacs And Push Brooms



Scars
and Cadillacs
and push brooms

I made love to
Sara Teasdale under
The moon.

I resurrected her with
My shovel—
Macabre,
But a sexy sort of
Puzzle.

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Carol Gall 25 June 2009

sort of sick.....

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Robert Rorabeck

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Berrien Springs
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