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Ron
The loggerheads left for deeper waters- Not so this fellow by the side of the road. He lives in his head here, at rest in roadside salad, A monument I can stand over. I study... More »
Ron
I guess it's what I would call stirred weather. It's not a place with a particular locus. She brings it. There's never a formal invitation, an itinerary. So it's wherever I happen to be when... More »
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