Vernam
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The December SunA Poem by VernamOur last December sun is setting,like a fading white candle,a moribund twenty-five cents.Am I tiring?Do I strain your eyes?Thereflection you don't wan.. |
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An OfferA Story by VernamWe walked, just as we did every day. Side by side, shoulders almost touching, swimming through the oncoming bodies, two fish swimming upstream. We us.. |
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Asleep at Uncle Tommy'sA Story by VernamA boy relives a terrible day in his dreams. |
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The Exquisite CorpseA Poem by VernamA dream |
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