A Poem I Wanted to Share With My Friends
by Keith KENNEDY
Spinach is green.
It is leafy and extraneous.
It is stringy and familiar.
I like to eat it cooked.
Cooked by Grandmas.
I’m going to see Radiohead tomorrow.
Filed under Poetry on August 24th, 2003
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