The Hack Poetess
Sunday, March 8, 2015
Ice Cube
The baby goes to Abraham
All day long,
And pats his arm
And communicates
Through nonsensical syllable.
Abraham, knowing,
Drops everything,
Runs to the freezer,
Gets an ice cube,
And runs back
So the baby can be
Satisfied.
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