antique
i feel like
a 57 chevy
up on blocks
in the backyard
of your love
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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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