Ribs
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Prairie GoldA Poem by RibsWhat is in a poem that we don't already know? |
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A Paper SomeoneA Poem by RibsHe once wrote a novel so long and so fruitfulThat he began to forget what it was to be actualA life with the living he could misinterpretSo he stayed .. |
Hollow BonesA Poem by RibsThe earth takes a breath, another, then sighs. It holds on to me as tightly as I hold on to it, though it would not have me know that just yet. |