A Poem I don't want to make a scene, but here, in my right pocket, is that anachronistic relict, a poem. I seem to collect poems, or do I edit poems I read, breathe, find in shells, hear, and press this pulpy bark from a faraway tree ...
Source: http://braddagod.blogspot.com/2010/08/more-on-roses.html
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