Of The Ever-Changing Agitation In The Air (Jorie Graham Poem)
The man held his hands to his heart as he danced. He slacked and swirled. The doorways of the little ...
The man held his hands to his heart as he danced. He slacked and swirled. The doorways of the little ...
I have put on my great coat it is cold. It is an outer garment. Coarse, woolen. Of unknown origin. ...
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