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Jane
Jane
Out in the park, lashed by rain
a girl, heart torn, cried under a hat
there in the ground, buried her Jane
an old brown manx, as flat as a mat
Pound for pound, not pretty but plump
Marcus, the neighbor, two pies, not enough
fast to the market, tripped over a stump
Jane at his feet took her last puff
made me smile
made me smile
ron parrish
Felis Catus
I had to look up "manx". A poem after many months. Wonderful - slc
I new a girl named
I new a girl named Jilly
She thought herself a bean
She met a Mr. Nice guy
They had a real good thing
As they walked the dog
Ambrosia in a puff
She had a real blue dream
Tobacco leaves were stuffed
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