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Sometimes Tuesday’s Poems Tumble {into Friday}

  … It’s noisy in here ……….{my head} , this place of scattered at -most -fear and sometimes dread. I’m airing out my poems now, clean fresh sheets in the sun… sky finally full of sound words spoken, days undone. … Continue reading

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