Saturday, July 23, 2011

In Sympathy (Poem)

I have sorrow for the she or he
Who has to work outside,
And those who live far from the sea
And have a fatty hide.
I pity the Amish, the Hasidic Jew,
All covered up with clothes.
It’s down to ninety, ninety-two,
But them’s the nighttime lows. 

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