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Found Poetry 479
oh hush, asparagus! your green cannot talk to me hide you under the edge of the plate same way I imagine magicians eat the dog says the magic words to vanish it at my feet
This poem was created from Sylvia Plath's collected works. Click here to get a book of Plath's poems.
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