Once we foraged for grubs and for berries,
fought for our passage if need be with hand
and foot, or the delicate greenstone club.
Then we tamed the horse to run like the wind,
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Rob Dyer: poet. That's an earned title.
For a domestic perspective 1.5 hours from Ground Zero, take a look my sonnet September 12. The
next morning at University of Hartford. Third of students in class from NYC area. One lost an uncle; one
lost a neighbor.
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Rob Dyer: poet. That's an earned title. For a domestic perspective 1.5 hours from Ground Zero, take a look my sonnet September 12. The next morning at University of Hartford. Third of students in class from NYC area. One lost an uncle; one lost a neighbor.