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Wednesday, October 6, 2021

Lucille Clifford

 

Wishes For Sons

i wish them cramps. 
i wish them a strange town 
and the last tampon. 
I wish them no 7-11. 

i wish them one week early 
and wearing a white skirt. 
i wish them one week late. 

later i wish them hot flashes 

and clots like you 
wouldn't believe. let the 
flashes come when they 
meet someone special. 
let the clots come 
when they want to. 

let them think they have accepted 
arrogance in the universe, 
then bring them to gynecologists 

not unlike themselves.



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