Rebellious AttemptsA Poem by Desiree NoonanIf rebellion was a worn, red streak of lipstick.... that dashed like a horse that had no fear... I would take my comb, brushing its long mane, and ride that gallant horse wherever its bold gallops would go © 2015 Desiree Noonan |
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