hey, baby, what's
with the long face,
that head achin',
too many turnips for lunch
or did ya simply bump
into that old lover
still humpin' to please,
his big black truck stalkin'
your little Toyota,
and you can't use
disguises?
what the....? Use a wig
baby, fool the sucker,
climb in some new
car, get some speed,
get your new red-hair on
and whip his butt,
leave him dusty in your
breeze--
got it?
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Reviewed by blue soplain (Reader)
Reviewed on July 18, 2007
wicked little thing; the poem and the woman :}
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From First Love to its destructive end and on to new beginnings, Mary Angela Nangini's poems explore the birth and death of a relationship. The powerful poems are presented in two parts with an introduction to her next book My Ontario Beautiful. (Th
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