W. Barrett Munn
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Thrown for a Learning CurveA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** Little black numbers mixed with letters roll down the screen, the film's title shows.No one said anything about a movie. We.. |
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Fourteen and on a School Bus Home from Anacapa Jun..A Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** I've never been quite so shocked, not by electricity, not when I licked the tip of a 3 volt battery, not by the old fan I tried to repair .. |
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(A-44) Three Cheers for Wild BillA Poem by W. Barrett MunnBob Hicok=Wild Bill |
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Bullet Don't Shoot ItselfA Poem by W. Barrett MunnTrigger is whatever it is that gets you started. |
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Where Does the Road GoA Poem by W. Barrett Munnwritten in response to a photo |
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Madonna and ChildA Poem by W. Barrett MunnA Chritmas story |
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Polliwogs Taste Like BeerA Poem by W. Barrett MunnIf anyone is to blame it is Richard Hugo. (thanks to Ken e Bujold for editing suggestions) |
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It's OnlyA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** It's only a sparrow- Words spoken with such nonchalance heedless of the miracle sitting above on the branch. The con.. |
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Stepping Inside the Cathedral in Belem, PortugalA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** For a moment you imagine you have been transformed become a diminished angel, you find yourself floating, surrounded by heavenly so.. |
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Second ComingA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** I died last night again; it didn't hurt. Slumber fell over me and I remember nothing of this world or other worlds that presum.. |
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