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Poetry
Chaikhana
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About Ivan M. GrangerTimeline (1969 - ) |
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Trinket
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Mother,
you are too practical, trying to put this odd lump to good use. Melt me down. Make of me some golden trinket, some frivolous, bejeweled thing to please your eye. Hang me from your ear; let me rest against the warm pulse of your neck. Go ahead, Mother, it is just you and I before the mirror. I won't tell if you want to spin and laugh like a girl to see this bit of glitter set off your smile.
2002
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Ivan
M. Granger's original poetry, stories and commentaries are Copyright ©
2002 - 2008 by Ivan M. Granger.
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