rhetorical
rhetorical
is there anything
quite like the sight
of a ’57 chevy
running the down the road
in a light september rain
just as the sun goes down
~ welker ~
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she wrote poetry like jazz
brautigan's riddle
good friday
christine's lament
when the night comes down
my childhood moved so slow and beautiful
life is like a crossword puzzle
antique
christmas eve
she doesn't know i'm writing this poem
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