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By Jack Joseph Smith
The Best
I did not know what it was like
to pick up my breasts from underneath
and feel sad
When I take my vacent stomach
to the store
I still smile
when a guy thinks he sees me
Eight inches from my nose
I don't wish him badly
For I bend also
BLIND
with a/sweet tooth
I got my Ronald Regan jelly beans
out of my family's three hundred
year old river green canister
You think the small town street
remembers my childhood