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Will I forget like the wings between the trees of hobbit-ville Maine, wings of flies covered in fire, the darkness once absolute still so still a covering up and bundling away.   *   I write to cushion the fall to Jason or for him. Don’t know the difference but he would if he saw… Continue reading New Poems

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If we felt less anxiety

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