Treasure Island

David McLansky

(5/24/1944 / New York City)

To Jim Hiner: A Recommendation


Momma had a clothespin bag
Hanging from the line
Filled with old grey clothespins,
The wooden, springy kind,
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She lays upon the soiled sheets
I change her like a child
She looks up startled, she cannot speak,
But with a grateful smile.

Submitted: Sunday, October 27, 2013
Edited: Monday, October 28, 2013
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  • Charles Monroe (10/28/2013 4:35:00 AM)

    Writing in the rain again
    Dark nights seem to never end
    Electronically repent
    With a world wide web event
    Where we went off things we've dreamt
    When we wept-off tears we've kept
    For these dreams I haven't slept
    Not too many reach this depth
    When the Good become upset
    And the tape become cassette
    Everybody wants to shout it
    We just want to... write about it.
    P.X (Report) Reply

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