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The Possessive

Anna Maria Hong

Mine.

Thine for thy—
My love is a puck
in thine eye—

Ye for you—
Twas all for ye that ours was pluck
—ye plucky I.

Were his and hers upon thine?
Thy were his, were hers, were me,
O mine.

The money is mine.
My double respells in the blink
of a my.

He is a friend of ours. He is a friend
of I.

Each & other—
My düpel brother—
Someone else’s apostrophe high.

Hers was not a happy lot. Hers was
far better.



Anna Maria Hong

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