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Guest Poets
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Poetry
The Last will be First
The cat jumped onto the table, / ate the bread and licked the tablecloth./ … /
Jun 26, 2005, 15:26
Guest Poets
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Poetry
My Captain
The poisonous cloud / is perfume, my Captain. / The blood-caked bodies on the barbed wire / are roses, my Captain. /
Jun 26, 2005, 15:24
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Poetry
Walking Alone
I love the organized composure of the wind; / its curly fingernails of climbing vines reaches out to me / and brings some odours of fire in the afternoon. /
Jun 26, 2005, 15:22
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Poetry
Theory of the Shoes
Excuse me. I'm sorry, / I don't want to disturb anyone. / Forget about me for a moment. / I want to make way for more essential things. /
Jun 26, 2005, 15:21
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Poetry
I Don't Like These Verses
When I walk the streets / of the U.S.A. / and see the children, / I extend my hands towards them, / I hug them if I can, / and then, / sadly, I walk away. /
Jun 26, 2005, 15:19
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Poetry
While You Were Sleeping
When I asked for the night / someone went out running and screamed. / I was afraid, / I couldn't find your eyes: / everything was covered with dry leaves. /
Jun 26, 2005, 15:17
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Poetry
The Winter Where I Live
Canada is a fragile cliff, / where the snow twists up the edge of its foam, / like a climbing vine sculpting its flour / over the goodness of the great land. /
Jun 26, 2005, 15:11
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