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Dance in the Full Moon
O, the Frailty of Memory
Saturday, December 16, 2017
12.16
[Thank you to Jacob, the only poet in America brave enough to give me a good idea. Secret:
there are three poems here.
]
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Mom
December 18, 2017 at 8:34 PM
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