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Rope Burn (Samuel Jones-Bastrop, LA)


  • "Rope Burn"
    Pluck all the flowers
    From my space
    That is constantly in bloom--
    I won't stop you.
    Not to mention,
    It would only make room
    For you to color all my robes
    From crisp white to soft black.
    I won't prevent you
    From prying
    That nut
    (Once hard to crack).
    Just like Janet Jackson suggested
    In her song "Rope Burn,"
    I too have a confession:
    I am ready to learn.

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