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Volume 8 Issue 1
Page 25
Page 25
| With no thought in my head of J. A. Prufrock I bought a little colorful rock that was labeled and looked like a peach. I believed it would ripen as is nature’s plot. That turned out to be a reach! I just got to watch it rot. Thomas Stearns, Mr. Eliot, sir, I urge you from your grave bestir and part, however, your thinning hair. Wear your trouser bottoms rolled- or not. But to sate your taste for that peach, don’t dare. Consider instead a kumquat. |
| At the Supermarket the Other Day By Jean Marie Purcell |