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Poem of the Week * November 17 to 23, 2002 |
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Sheaves of Grass **A Collection of Poems |
Icicle tip pierce the heart, oooz black, red, desperate tear, and shame. Time paces the floor always moving forward without permission and never hurries. by K. Violet/2002 |
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