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Love came to the door one day
demanding to be let in.
He folded his arms like a man.
I crossed my legs like a woman.
What do you want from me? he asked.
I said, I want you to open your arms.
He said, I want you to open your legs.
So we did.
Love
4 responses to “Love”
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this is a riot!
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Gosh, I had completely forgotten about this poem. Thanks for the reminder!
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I came by to look again (had this site saved on favorites.) Jeanne & I still love this one especially; but I’m just browsing through, enjoying the literal landscapes.
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I re-found this amazing vignette & felt I maun comment again. It encapsulates God’s ambiguous curse to Eve; re-invents Thurber’s war between the sexes.
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