Wednesday, November 5, 2008

In The Spittooned Canal Comments

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Now the November winds are calling through
My door, and I have nowhere secret to go since the
War is over: I have books I love, and secret handles,
But her breasts have slipped from my cusp to feed the
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Robert Rorabeck
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