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had a million
by Charlie Morganwords became molasses, sticky
and all stuck together.
all poems, narratives, sagas;
i pull back the covers, slide in;
sleep another night, let them
Boggle some more, come up right.
if only Rudyard Kipling were my
neighbour, i'd wake him to ask:
do you know how to find Billy Collins? 08/30/2010 Posted on 08/30/2010
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