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May 2023
There's something square about a city block
that boxes the mind in concrete, brick, steel,
iron, wood, and stone, as if one could not
look in or out, or dream or dare to live
upon a liquid sphere of blue and green.
© 1996 by Jack Morris
Strangerous
Written by
Strangerous  New Orleans
(New Orleans)   
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     Weeping willow, M-E and Cody Smith
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