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Sep 2014
It doesn't take long for me
        to write a poem like it
        used to.
No, I see a stream & think
        not of rhyme or of
        rhythm--words spew
        out like blood
        and venom.
There's no secret to it, no
        golden key, it just
It bubbles out of me.
I am a word-faucet.
William Crowe II
Written by
William Crowe II  Georgia, USA
(Georgia, USA)   
   Osvaldo Palomino
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