Poems in 140 characters or less...
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bob dylan touched my back
shame it doesn't mean anything
these days
more of a shame it wasn't joan biaz
I might have been a poet
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those fingers coppiced staves
thick with skin
that when holding a pen make art
and holding a brush paint fences
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familiar names
that remembered pebble crunch
through twin shadowed
avenue of yew
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peace:)
The Blue Book
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