A Poem at Esther Press
Don't call social services. I'm not feeding Gideon aluminum (or corn, for that matter). Wrote this long before he was ever born.
posted by RL @ 8:49 AM
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Friday, July 08, 2005
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Fun poem. I love "eat this can of corn . . . or you'll be this can of corn ... " I'm calling CPS.
Gideon on can of corn refers to the bible we find in nice hotels like yrs. I'd forgotten yr baby was named Gideon. I was not putting him in the drawer. sorry.
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