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Apr 2010
Thou Shalt Not
From Where You Are
Fall
Flailing
Scooping Low
To His Ankles With Elastic
Cold 'nd Sweet
Back Into Bed
Pink Hands Palms Up

Daughter, School Teacher
In His Dream
Smiling and Knitting
Weeping Like a Funeral
Deep in the Backyard

Walks Fourteen Miles to Deliver the Post
Raw as an Onion
But Kissed Her Never Again
My favorite lines the Voice and Speech class at Boston Conservatory  =]
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Amanda Mary Rose
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