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These are the days of rancid minutes— / Of moments that are rotting beside a brown, bitten apple / beneath some scolded child’s bed. / Sometimes, if I pause / between the - Graduation at allpoetry
Today you become a woman / they confirmed, / as I was slapped on the back / and thrust into the arms / of a rusty, cold chair. / For hours, / A rat-faced kid / told me the proper ways / to utilize my li - A Skyscraper in Manhattan at allpoetry
He is the child of the once-talented, / of the pretty, fat rich folk that count / glinting gold coins and plaster / their phony hair to their heads. / Frolicking among the old-rich,
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on Daddy by Sylvia Plath, on June 25, 2005My favorite poem. Ever. Ever. Ever. It inspires me every day.
