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Poem about the third time, Joan Fleming

In Joan Fleming, poetry on July 15, 2011 at 4:49 am

POEM ABOUT THE THIRD TIME

Wrapped up
in a yellow
tusky
light

she walked
across
the room.

“Oh”
she said.
“The third time
is always
the best.”

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