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Tuesday, September 6, 2016
Poet's Stuff
Men forget old words, but old words don't forget themselves. They stand afar off, waiting for the time...until, appearing on a line, running 'cross a poet's stuff...present themselves.
Written by Bruce James Clyde 2016, at Deming, New Mexico
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