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Who are you? Not me, I know
You creep and crimp my edges fray,
An apparition of Dickens’ play—
Who are you? Not me, I know.
Push and prod and now you’re in,
Little sprite you always win—
Who are you? Okay, I know
Like tug of war we fought for place
But alas, O Spirit, you are my face.
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Susan J. Cappellari resides in Fairfax, Virginia where she teaches Communication Studies courses at Northern Virginia Community College.
I too had a thing for the prim and proper librarian type. See my poem here at the SCP on…
Really enjoyed these, Christian. Especially “The Bachelor’s Debate.” Early on in college I had a thing for the “geeky, librarian”…
The author is quite astute, on several counts, but one can only wonder how he maintains his equilibrium in a…
This is arcanum at its best. Nothing quite fits, but everything fits, and we end up with a firm impression.…
That’s an interesting debate. Thanks for the read, Christian.
Cute poem, Like me looking in a mirror.
Thank you.
Thank you. Exactly, that was my inspiration.
I appreciate it. Exactly, that was my inspiration.
Enjoyed your poem
Keep writing.
Thank you for sharing your poem.
Thank you.