the comb
shoots like its firing lasers
it shoots and celebrates!
it shoots like hops and jumps
while in the basket
with the others
wait!
"a comb" with the others, with the food.
I'm remembering the day
when here... all got a way.
I, "a comb" with the others, with the food.
I, "a comb" with the others, with the food.
I, "a comb" with the others, with the food.
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K.A. Smith
K. A. Smith – published author and poet with experience in architectural design. I try to bring love and life into every poem or story. I believe every piece of art is "effective" in some way. Please follow along, and share your thoughts.
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