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Ghost Season
In the winter amidst the hazeof the nostalgia of the better daysOld men walk on their weakened bonessome in groups and some aloneTo the cemeteries that their old friends call ...
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Oh Moon
Oh MoonSphere of silverTell meWhy is it that I feelLike I can grasp you between my thumb and forefingerLike a cratered coinBut every time I’ve crushed youYou remainSun of the ...
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The Question
I once met a missionary.And I asked him,"What's your position on sex?"