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Words on Robson Poetry
Contest Winner:
Fran
Bourassa
When I awoke, yearning
Thought you would never return
Thought I'd run you out of town
Thought I'd seen the back of you for good
at the end of my driveway
My curses rolling after you like thunder
So much time had passed, I thought you long gone
Thought me safe and smug because I'd out grown you once and for all
But here you are again at my doorstep, desire
Fresh as spring, crisp as linen
And in your big clumsy hands
A crush of flowers for me
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