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Aug 2013
to my daughter who thinks me moral

I keep only
the animal
that has bitten
at the legs
not jawed
by the trap

to my sons who wish me home**

    the bread crumbs
were eaten
not by birds
but by a starving
boy
with a lost voice
who’d wandered
from his home
in a delirium
brought on
by a toothache
Barton D Smock
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Barton D Smock  48/M/Columbus, Ohio
(48/M/Columbus, Ohio)   
790
   paprika
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