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hoofbeatA Poem by h d e rushinSorry.The lotus breaks my bread in springtime, bakes meinto loaf and stogie stiff as if in a field of prosthetic honeysuckle. That's the only descript.. |
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HeidiA Poem by h d e rushinIs Shirley Temple still alive?Each time the Grandfather calls her name in the snow flower miracle,I cry yet pretend how silly it is to miss the green .. |
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wind or willow, for CorsetA Poem by h d e rushinThere is this place, mistaken as paradise,a place not observant of strict demands. Andeven though you had a zillion mile head start,I catch your wrist.. |
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the anti-poet.A Poem by h d e rushinRelationships break. I'm not afraid.Rivers run and run till dry.The moon makes cheese. Yes,the same cheese that nightfallscrolls down to find you cove.. |
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ghostfaceA Poem by h d e rushinGrandmother told me of the hank that would comeand vibrate under the house on stiltsand rest there with the other noctuid, agricultural pestsand who w.. |
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love letterA Poem by h d e rushinI am tall.I love to travel.I love crumbs, especially bread crumbs.They present themselves in manyshapes and some evenspell out billet douxwhen the kne.. |
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lorgnetteA Poem by h d e rushinI smile now in leopard print. The spots of a crazy personaccounts for the horizon. Is this love then?Such pink ballet swims in the vulva of the mercur.. |
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happy birthday mother of the new day.A Poem by h d e rushinfor rosa parks 100 years. |
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those small viviparous pastures.A Poem by h d e rushinEven tough I winced like Larry from the Three Stooges when you leftthere still was a sunrise, though based solely on scanty evidence. Myfigurine head .. |
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for little j.A Poem by h d e rushinr-i-e-p |
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