DOOMED

 

You can hold baby tigers in paradise.

And their mothers won’t mind.

Everyone will have a house.

And no one will have wrinkles.

Wilma’s lessons on God.

Once a week, if we had it.

Because any day now.


Submitted: August 13, 2018

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