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Robyn MacKinnon·July 21, 2019

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This publication is part 165 of 468 in the series Robyn Finds Poetry

I Burped In His Face

written by: Robyn MacKinnon

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cat kept me awake

I was in the kitchen and

I burped in his face

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I am mostly a visual artist, but I like to create "found poetry", specifically daily haiku made from the statuses of my Facebook friends. It was my Mom who started this, and officially passed the responsibility onto me when she became too busy.

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