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Still winter, my tan sends me a
postcard
from some Tiki bar in Thailand.
Having a great time, wishing you well,
the b*****d writes. I ta..
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Drink up your words,like a good poet should.Make sure you're well andtruly soddened. A jar ofmulberry rhymes may turnyou yet, into a Butler, Pope,or s..
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'Self explanatory, don't think anyone needs to ask how I feel about this man"
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My father's bookwas forty hardscabble acres,twelve hours sun-to-sun downbusting life from a broken wheel.They'd burned the schoolhouse down,he liked t..
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whittled and shaved to a more pointed view
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'another bard-ful morning'
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"In memory of bpNichol"
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'Feeling Bardish this morning'
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Road and river runs
the valley through
a century's rust scars
burrowed into mountain
older than any living
memory of...
the ordered rows..
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I
A news ship, The Odyssey
whispers
through harbors
shuttered
lamentations
of the lost
souls
aboard
ripple
dreams
midnight
m..
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