The Price Tag

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A bitter little love poem (with apologies to Kenneth Patchen)

So when at first she turned to me

To tally my potential with her warm and tender eyes

And summed me up

An article nobody else would envy

No tag from a designer




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John Griswold

John Griswold

Master carpenter, watercolor artist and beat up old jock…owned by Black Lab Bo who considers two tennis balls a minimum mouthful

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