Poems for the medicated
Wednesday, December 7, 2011
History
History
I stared at that picture
for an hour or so.
I must have been, I don’t know,
at least six years old.
I had some home made pants,
some five and dime shoes
and my hat sat on my head
like only John Deer hats do.
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