False Notions, Fears, And Other Things Of Wood (James A. Emanuel Poem)
Repeatedly, that sturdy stump in me bears up like stone, beneath some ritual I see: the blinding axe swings up, ...
Repeatedly, that sturdy stump in me bears up like stone, beneath some ritual I see: the blinding axe swings up, ...
In town to sell his fruit, he saw her- Françoise in her summer slacks- turning to him, coming back to ...
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