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Response: At the Lake
Went to the lake with Charlotte today.
I rubbed sun screen into her tentacles
on the fish-hooked beaches.
Under her parasol.
I rubbed sun screen into her tentacles -
watched her split personality play
under her parasol
while the breeze rustled her bustle.
Watched her split personality play
music on the keys of the strand
while the breeze rustled her bustle
and tangled up her hair.
Music on the keys of the strand
she played - all the long day -
and tangled up her hair
with little orange fishes and seaweed.
She played - all the long day -
on the fish-hooked beaches
with little orange fishes and seaweed.
Went to the lake with Charlotte today.
Notes: This poem is a phantoum - there's a project organized by mentalmystics that you can check out here: http://www.webook.com/project/The-Pantoum for more phantoums.
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