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Postcard #029
Received: April 2011
Poet: Kelly Fordon
. . .
it wasn’t lovely
but it was fine
wooden eyes in a
wooden head
mouth sewn shut
and hair like
twine—
oh I remember when
we used to sing—
in the morning
in the spring—
water flowing from a
moon washed gourd.
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Thank you to all who participated in the 2011 LR Postcard Project.