Alfred Kukitz
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Does It Have to make SenseA Poem by Alfred KukitzWhy not play in the word field? |
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The Old SoundsA Poem by Alfred KukitzWe had egos that seemed secondary to our souls. When the morning's shine fell upon us we listened all day to its silent words. It's the old sounds.. |
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Walking Toward Your DustA Poem by Alfred KukitzIt's the last walk in your life. |
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Standing HeadA Poem by Alfred KukitzA peek at my barrenness. |
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Species YouthA Poem by Alfred KukitzDare to be the kid again. |
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The Dream of Wishful ThinkingA Poem by Alfred KukitzFacing the unpleasant can sometimes lead to escape. |
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Boston SympathiesA Poem by Alfred KukitzMurder at the Marathon |
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Somewhere in TimeA Poem by Alfred KukitzWhere the hell did this come from? |
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An Echo of ForgivenessA Poem by Alfred KukitzMy father's dying and asking for forgiveness. |
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Finding OriginA Poem by Alfred KukitzCan we swim to the waters of our infancy? |
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