Literature

Cure All

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I do not know you and, yet, I feel the urge to give you fashion advice against carrying, under your arm, a brown feathered…

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Ode

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—To Nature’s SelectTM Brand Pet Food O boundless men, of salmon and of vegetable, your wares are Samoyed smiles with coats that glow. I’ll…

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Sentinel

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Mama, Mama Why am I dressed in black, Am I dead? No, son, no Grandpa’s dead. He was fighting the Russians But they got…

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Adam

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I, first feeling this sunken heat, first scraping this grain desert, first sitting under verdant walls, I first touching these rooted crags, first tripping…

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