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Eunice de Souza
For S Who Wonders If I Get Much Joy Out of Life
For S Who Wonders If I Get Much Joy Out of Life
For S Who Wonders If I Get Much Joy Out of Life
As a matter of fact I do.I contemplate, with a certain
grim satisfaction,
dynamic men who sell better butter.
Sometimes I down a Coke
implacably at the Taj.
This morning I terrorized
(successfully)
the bank manager.
I look striking in red and black
and a necklace of skulls.
© 1988, Eunice de Souza
From: Women in Dutch Painting
Publisher: XAL-PRAXIS, Mumbai
From: Women in Dutch Painting
Publisher: XAL-PRAXIS, Mumbai
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For S Who Wonders If I Get Much Joy Out of Life
As a matter of fact I do.I contemplate, with a certain
grim satisfaction,
dynamic men who sell better butter.
Sometimes I down a Coke
implacably at the Taj.
This morning I terrorized
(successfully)
the bank manager.
I look striking in red and black
and a necklace of skulls.
From: Women in Dutch Painting
For S Who Wonders If I Get Much Joy Out of Life
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