My Opened Letters
You bring me our letters
That have already been opened
Taped upon the back
And glued in the corners
You come smiling
As if you are our friend
And then you hand me my letter
You know what my mother has written
And you say nothing but sweet words
And you expect me to play your game
And you give me no chance to win
by Hugh M. Lewis
The Great Wall
Poesy From China
1998-9
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Last Updated: 03/15/05