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by Becca Clarke   Oct 31, 2003


His cap was upside down
On the floor, next to his chair.
The line of it's pressure ran like a bevel
In his slightly sweating hair.

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  • 20 years ago

    by Katie McCullick

    I really didn't understand this poem much but I bet you could tell me.