Child
J
James McLain
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Cut
the cord.
Beautiful eyes unlike mine.
Big round and brown.
Like the sky mine are grey.
Hurry child,
you mustn't tarry that way.
He lent them to me.
I gave them back.
Just in a colorful way.
Look at the sky at the stars.
What it is that you see,
I see them not.
The cut that I have,
your father can see.
Mothers can not, be afraid.
See my face in the pool?
Looking down at it, you look up.
Your father is staring at me.
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