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    One more from last May .. and may I say goodnight? will you leave a comment

    or critique this poem? Three poems paraded through my head They taunted me and teased my brain While I lay writhing in my bed And listened to the driven rain I thought I’ll catch them but I missed They died a lonely death it seems Ball up my hand, I make a fist Why can’t I just have sultry...
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