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- Survival
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Click hereLucille is crumpled on pale lemon
tiles. From her kitchen —
oh, those daybreak cupboards —
echoes of "survival" follow us.
Cabbages
and sprouts,
down to her last beet,
we tote beans in cans.
We tote it all away.
We did not horde
before the end, because
a Lucille is always to be found.
copyright d. dixon
2008
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UnderYourSpellalmost 15 years ago~
Where DO you get your ideas from? I worry about you but what an imagination!
