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Michael A. Wells
  
 
 
The Cousin
 
 
  
 

You offered me soup
Thin watercolor liquid
And I was rejuvenated
With blustery windmill strength
To paint Mona Lisa's cousin
Whom we had never met
And you told me she looked
Naturally like her in the early day
Before the harsh years
Of malt vinegar and sea salt laced marriage
That ended with him hanging from the Sycamore
By his own Bugs Bunny tie
 Which the Coroner found amusing.


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Michael A. Wells is a mid-west poet and native of the state of Missouri.  His work has been anthologized in the books and has had material appear in The Boston Literary Magazine, Rockhurst Annual Arts Review, Park University Scribe, Independence Examiner as well as  other venues.  He is the editor of the Rogue Poetry Review.

 
 
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