JorLou

I sit before her
Hands on face
Tryin to remember
The haze of a crazy day

Spoiled grapes spilled backward
Bite my tongue
Helping to engage
The mind of the young

Her knowledge of past
Was not about Christmas
She feels the true magik
At long last

As she spills more grapes
I get farther
From her World

12.22.01

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