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Aug 2014
Yesterday,                  
     A man called me a poet

And in return, behind his eyes,
     I twitched a little,
          knowing smile
In regards to:  
If only he knew how insignificant poetry is and
How small a figment it makes me to be a poet

But then the clouds
     then the clouds
     then the clouds today
Hustled by unnamed

And I suppose

I suppose it was explained...
10/26/2000
jessiah
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