DON'T MIND ME, I'M JUST HANGING OUT HERE: Last Trimaster

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Monday, October 25, 2010

Last Trimaster

She's just outside my kitchen window The weight of the world once hung from my belly She bends low with huge clusters of green Green popping hulls expose soon to fall reproductions of the mother and the father neither of whom ever met the other Oh I knew the father and when and how the road to my last trimaster and ultimate beauty came about but not her, she just stands there How does she stand there ready to bear up gazillions of babies through no effort of her own She bears little duplicats... Sign in to see full entry.

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