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Oct 2020
dandruff in my hair
white as
my old man’s underwear
cold as inside my fridge
don’t want a drop –
not even a smidge

It looks like
boots and mittens and overcoats
kids prancing in the slush
like Billy goats

It looks like
a mountain in the parking lot
take me somewhere
it’s hot

It looks like
I’m not cut out for this –
Just another spot
for dogs to ****!
sandra wyllie
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sandra wyllie  60/F/Boston
(60/F/Boston)   
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