poetry critical

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Random Poem:

Photo from Death of My Childhood
technicolor

A room made of red, with wood on the floors.
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Drapes on the windows
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pulled back to let enough of sun in.
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The table all set
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for an adult feast
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complete with wine classes tainted raseberry
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and olive plates sit on the tan woven table cloth.
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I remember those days,
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all suited in my pink tea dress
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complete with ruffles and starch white tights.
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My hair in curls as I sit under the heavy wood table
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above me adults laugh as they begin to feast.
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I would peer through the chair
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I liked the chair with the lady who had thin legs covered with fishnets and point high heeled shoes.
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I often wondered what it would be like to sit at the table and look like the lady with the legs.
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Now I am at that lady, thin and pale bagged with a slinky black dress.
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Adult conversation bores me to death, would I still fit under the table and able to peer through the chairs?
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