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She does not have a leg,
He cannot hold his fork;
She’s bald
He cannot see beyond his nose.
He cannot walk a step,
She cannot work a stove;
He’s scared
She cannot hold him in his hands.


I don't really know why ... honest. But I love this one. I remember writing this in college - words just flowing on paper, for no real reason. A lot of people have asked me what this poem means, or why I wrote it and I tell them all one thing - I don't know.

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