W. Barrett Munn
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Dogs on a Coffee CupA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** My coffee cup has dogs on it. The dogs are drinking beer. Who are they trying to kid? Irish Wolfhounds would never drink anyt.. |
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Let's Talk About LinesA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** Lines are made of sizes and each line tells a tale. The long and lovely lines of a model's legs or a single stitch mad.. |
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Passing Through Gallup, New Mexico, on the Way to ..A Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** As you drive you always see them leaning against pale adobe walls,in what passes for a downtown district,hands thrust into pan.. |
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Fighting Fog on the Way to YumaA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** Heavy fog has found me, the kind of fog so thick you could eat a piece if only it would slice. Fog at night is like spi.. |
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What I Miss MostA Poem by W. Barrett MunnFor anyone and everyone who has ever lost some one special. |
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Searching Out the EnablerA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** Doubts are second guesses wrapped inside regrets. If only...if only what? The wisest and the saddest words are.. |
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I Am the ProletariatA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** Karl Marx (involuntary shudder), the enemy of all mankind, an equal to the devil or so we all learned in school. .. |
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Mud Puddles Don't Stay MuddyA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** Mud puddles don't stay muddy long or as puddles. They dry up, blow away. Few puddles ever gather to sing songs. .. |
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Initial Trip to a Two-Holer OuthouseA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** I never considered the skill and ingenuity required to cut two perfectly round matching holes using three separate pieces of.. |
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(A-47) Why Write PoemsA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** Why write poems when the writer is the only reader there will ever be? Why take a next breath when the last breath use.. |
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