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The Poem of the Week

Poem #638
(Week of 11 May, 2008)

This one's for all the moms out there, especially my own. Happy Mothers Day!

Primordial Moms

Algae moms are pragmatists
Obsessed with photosynthesis
They haven't time to hug or kiss
They don't nostalge or reminisce
Fungi moms are smotherers
Unrepentant overmotherers
Imaginative peril discoverers
Watchful waitful faithful hoverers
Amoeba moms are also siblings
Parallel twins aligned and giggling
With rivalry and petty quibbling
And other potentially crippling cribbling
So Mom, I'm glad you're here among us
And aren't amoeba or algae or fungus

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