Victor Clevenger
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The PigeonsA Poem by Victor ClevengerOn days trapped in a teardrop,I snap my fingers to backwoods doo-whop,but on days when I lack employmentI sit near the back windowand watch the plants.. |
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Stolen By SunshineA Poem by Victor ClevengerGreen grapes were never my choice.She would drink the pale stuff and laugh,"California, California, I sure do miss California."I would swallow my burg.. |
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A Usual Wednesday NightA Poem by Victor ClevengerMother had made a breakfast meal this evening. Eggs scrambled sprinkled with small pieces of pepper: black. The pancakes were round, well, as close as.. |
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