Tag: Morning Dishwasher
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poetry maybe #23 – Morning Dishwasher
He began as dishwasher the morning of the debutante ball By the afternoon, the company made him an actor boarding house brunch with no lines When the moon came afterwards , the arrival of sweet whales was the only thing the crowd had seen. The horizontal purple shapes were vibrant orchards of Betty and Rudolph…
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