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Jul 2017
Words are juggled from mind across page.
Field of white begins to expand with phases.
Jargon is tossed around like football being passed
from coma to period.
Until, poem is done with a clear touch-down.
just thinking about a poem in relation to a touchdown
Star BG
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Star BG  66/F/New York
(66/F/New York)   
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