homage to my upper lipA Poem by Ben Thera Lucille Clifton tributecalm down! mother told me i look just like my grandfather did when i clench my jaw when i clench my fists when i put those lines in my forehead unwind! i have a touch of the hotness in my irish blood when they pick on me when they throw the ‘bows when they say i can’t hold my own relax! mother told me but she can’t really do anything about it it’s the same blood that got us here it’s the same hotness that fought the crowds it’s the same stiff upper lip that she’s got
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4 Reviews Added on May 31, 2008 AuthorBen TherHOBOKEN, NJAboutPretty simple man with a headache. Often pegged as being preoccupied, but... who isn't. However, I believe in striking when the iron is hot. Oh yeah, and timing. Timing is huge. There's a lot to .. more..Writing
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