Put on a happy face

I'm happy
for you my dear
I put on my happy face

If you're happy
than I will be
and i'll put on my happy face

Don't be alarmed,
my dear
if tears adorn my happy face

You are happy.
I'm happy
for you my dear

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Kind Paris

Kind Paris
under my feet.

The clack of heels
on a cobblestone walk
along the river
encompassed with concepts
from centuries of artists.

The streets,
they sing,
with the accordian
and accoustic.

Kind Paris
under my feet
and my theatrical
and melodic tapping
of heels on wet cobblestones.

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My Husband

It is true:
My husband
has never
taken out
the garbage
from our little house
in the suburbs.

My husband
has never
taken our children
out for the night
to trick-or-treating
as I sit
on the porch in a witch hat.

My husband
has never
come home from
a long day

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Not for the proper

This is not a poem
for the proper

this is not a poem
for the weak-hearted

this is not a poem
for the prude or uncrude.

This is a poem
about my fantasy.
When I was able
to tie my own wrists to the bedposts
and in my mind
you ravaged me
and pillaged and plundered your way
through the wall,
through the socket,
through the cord,
through the electric massager,

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In all honesty

In all honesty
today has been
something out of the ordinary.

In all honesty
I could do with some christmas carols
and a mug of hot chocolate.

In all honesty
walking on the road without a sidewalk
is more exhilerating than anything else.

In all honesty
watching fog settle over the road
can bring tears to anyones eyes.

In all honesty
you're the only person
I'm mostly honest to.

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Mother may I

Mother may I
throw food around
because I am contrary as an infant?

Mother may I
play in the mud
because I like when you have to bathe me?

Mother may I
eat all the cookies
just because they taste so yummy?

Mother may I
draw on the walls
because I like your attention?

Mother may I
not do my homework
because I want to grow up faster?

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