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This mama ain’t no Papa
1 min readAug 7, 2020
Veronica will thumb her nose
When I present a page of prose
She prefers my poetry
It’s frankly all the same to me
And yet, I wonder if I wrote
About a man and boy afloat
Who hope so hard to get their wish
To catch a grand ginormous fish
If she read it, would she say,
“Denise, you’re just like Hemingway?”
Most likely not
I’ve not the juice,
I’ll settle then for, just like Seuss
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