February 19, 2006
tag poetry
on
,
anxious
,
feet
,
she
,
stands
,
waiting
,
to
,
glimpse
,
inside
,
the
,
shiny
,
wooden
,
box
,
while
,
men
,
in
,
pinstripe
,
suits
,
busy
,
themselves
,
with
,
talk
,
about
,
work
,
and
,
cousin
,
Salandra
,
pregnant
,
without
,
a
,
husband
,
just
,
17.
Doesn't
,
want
,
to
,
look
,
can't
,
help
,
but
,
look.
,
Nothing
,
but
,
jelly
,
what
,
used
,
to
,
be
,
grandmama's
,
face
,
wants
,
to
,
touch
,
it
,
press
,
down
,
see
,
if
,
the
,
indentation
,
stays
,
until
,
the
,
men
,
stop
,
talking.
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