poems written on the fly

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In art, poem, poetry, seb on 23 February 2007 at 9:38 am

Surrounded by laughing children
I watch a distant TV
while my mother
cooks a familiar meal

Nothing here is unknown to me
yet many questions remain
such as the weather tomorrow
and why are our bones so white

EL SEBBO

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  1. very nice
    and the last line: really effective.

  2. I no wot u talkin’ about dude. djn

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