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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.
Thank you, Paul, for this exceptionally fun way to start the day! Dr. Seuss is on my (very long) list…
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Thank you, Joseph. That last line was the most difficult to translate, as it speaks literally of where the poet…
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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.