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Summer in Midland [Original poetry]
Title: Summer in Midland
Rating: 0+
Length: 10 lines
Other: I still always put my Coke in a glass first.
This one is a companion to "The lies I took to heart". They were originally just one poem, but I decided they were better if separated.
Summer in Nacmine
I remember the scent
of stirred earth in the garden
the taste of crabapples
and carrots
cold coke fizzing in a glass
a thick accent telling me
"Always pour it
my dear -
you never know
what might be at the bottom."
Rating: 0+
Length: 10 lines
Other: I still always put my Coke in a glass first.
This one is a companion to "The lies I took to heart". They were originally just one poem, but I decided they were better if separated.
Summer in Nacmine
I remember the scent
of stirred earth in the garden
the taste of crabapples
and carrots
cold coke fizzing in a glass
a thick accent telling me
"Always pour it
my dear -
you never know
what might be at the bottom."
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