By B.K.
Date: 2004 Jun 13
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Hedge Trimmers and Pickle Juice Eyes

I almost cut the chord
Trying to outrun the storm
Twud have been an electrifying view
I ate the last pickle
While the garlic juice trickled
Reading up on the latest bad news
I watched my new flowered flip-flops
Heard them pop the back of my heels
Picked through lots of teeny tiny beads
For swing position of great eye appeal
I was reading some of my early poems
They made me tear up laugh and sigh
So Baby please bring some tissue when you come
Cause I'll be having a pickle juice cry