W. Barrett Munn
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The Frog in Cell 17A Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** I gulped my cherry lemonade too fast. This too shall pass. I didn't say that. That was Reverend Tommy. 10-20 for armed rob.. |
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Lesson of DamoclesA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** The Sword of Damocles is an expression that alludes to the legend of Damocles, a servile courtier to King Dionysius I of Syracuse. The king,.. |
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Origins of the CometA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** Born as a twin, an icy cosmic,a life that coalesced with one,the comet began its journey.from the farthest side of the galaxymillions a.. |
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Flying the Red-EyeA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** Buying red-eye tickets never a means the news was good, up before the day, not time enoughto gulpa cup so you're .. |
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Already Nine-thirtyA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** It can't be 9:30 already. I’m only now awake. How did coffee get made? When did I put slippers on? Who put this table he.. |
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Time to Think of Things Other than TimeA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** By the time spring arrived the big clock on my first grade wall was a dripping faucet that cost us recess and no amount of tw.. |
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To Those Who Support What's His NameA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** Erupt you corrupt practitioners of ugliness, you incorrigible idolaters of incompetence. We the aghast recall that his d.. |
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Buzz Cut CarrotsA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** These are the ugliest carrots I've ever seen. Cheap almost as the free dirt that clings. It must be summer. Their tops.. |
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(A-63) Empty Box of ChocolatesA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** The white paper sleeves lay scattered, the box has surrendered its prizes. Looted for its treasures amid days of loving .. |
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Watching Two Red-tailed Hawks On a Nest Built On a..A Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** Names are whispers of man’s imagination; winged beasts do not name themselves. The hawks gather at the high places where .. |
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