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Tuesday, October 4, 2011
note from a city poet
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bummer
dystopian dream
the wind blows
ominous?
ah co-workers
no none knows
like the fog you ate for breakfast
when no one was looking
it is the season autumn on rural highways dodging ...
unexpected gift at the end of my day
another lesson
now I know how to name the other parking places at...
the service of poultry
my yak poem - where's yours?
wise words from Marvalene
note from a city poet
that old answer
a partial Wednesday report
's not snot
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