My Poetry
There must have been some magic in / Those advertisements aired… Read more
“You may have today,” he cried… Read more
O broccoli, so, broccoli / You disturb my serenity… Read more
We to but one calendar / They to seven did refer… Read more
they think you have no soul Read more
The legion of sweet sacred souls / Who carry on the work of love Read more
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