unemployed poem
unemployed poem
no editor
no publisher
no reader
will rhyme
for food
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she wrote poetry like jazz
brautigan's riddle
good friday
christine's lament
when the night comes down
life is like a crossword puzzle
antique
my childhood moved so slow and beautiful
christmas eve
she doesn't know i'm writing this poem
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