In this knee-ache, age 74+ at-birthstool-impossible in a MetroMob of cars&trux

 In this knee-ache, age 74+ at-birthstool-impossible in morrow @
a MetroMob of cars&trux a Louisville Kaintucked at window and indifferent blowby
Howdy!less to this sis who looks ThePart (ThyPart, Girl, ReminderOfMother/TheGod of childbirths and stillbirths/and some marriages awhile avowed assiduously yet an after birth/happenstancely broken)

AS NOW I SIT AS IF WAITING FOR A CALL/at cold Jan beckoning either a girlfriend befriending/or Cops copping arrestingly/a Sting. But nothing stings now, muchjilted and unable to birth children

my whitening WinterWinkingWeal this Age I feel close
chosen by Womb choosing Womb
happy soon to let mushrooms growgravely
y'know the afterlifeafterbirth TheEternityTheReturning EdenWard

toward Reincarnation as fescue
or OtherGrass (Something Mom
cooks up, nothin spells lovin like somethin from HerOven!)

O Womban I love You!

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