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Mother (Free verse) by Jeremi B. Handrinos
You made me out of
Wood and dirt, air and fire
Then turned me into
An endangered tiger
And as Oedipus and
Achilles, both will agree
You sucked the soul
Through the heart of me.
And somehow, now, it makes perfect sense
Letting go of my future, in the past tense.
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Arithmetic Mean: 7.571429
Weighted score: 5.6915636
Overall Rank: 1976
Posted: May 3, 2005 2:29 PM PDT; Last modified: May 10, 2005 11:23 AM PDT
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