Wo kommen Sie denn her?

Wo kommen Sie denn her?

A Poem by Laura Lynn
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Where you guys come from, hey?

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Hand me the doves' message, ones of my age,
Everyone gets old, let me not ask for but give me this work
Rakes and leaf blowers.
Cave canem, we shudder.
Old age & younger partnerships, working in tandem.
Monsoons, Mumford, Mumbai...what is positive.
Matter at hand, more; a frailty thy name is woman
Even so, the young ones loved chicken,
Non
-commissioned officer me, you did not look, young couples or a man or women falling in love with a new fabric that they keep

© 2014 Laura Lynn


Author's Note

Laura Lynn
our of deference to this country; to try to learn a couple of words


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Added on November 19, 2014
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Tags: Subversion, old age, sense of guilt

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Laura Lynn
Laura Lynn

Fairfax, VA



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