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Wednesday, October 3, 2007
Strip My Mind
When all that was left
were the tiny tack-holes in the wall,
he smiled her and said
Now we can begin.
1 comment:
take/flight
said...
all your poems hold so many stories. I love that.
October 9, 2007 at 5:45 PM
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1 comment:
all your poems hold so many stories. I love that.
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