[in honor of the day my grandmother, laughing, said my great aunt worried I would face a grim future not even knowing how to bake banana bread...]
Virginia Woolf Woolf Woolf
could barely cook cook cook
but she could write write write
all dressed in white white white
and she could think think think
in every shade of ink ink ink
on the way to Kew Kew Kew
in a gown of blue blue blue
and she could see see see
better than Albee bee bee...
mary angela douglas 8 january 2014
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