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And So I Write
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Poetry
Thoughts on Poetry
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The Reflection of Trees
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Your World Is Made of It
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The Possibility of Music
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Abe for Example...
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Perhaps the Pachyderm
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A Color by Letter Wonderland
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For What Might Be
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A Secret Song
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America
A Poet Knows a Poet
Then I remember America's poets. We have this thing, America's poets do. Maya taught me that. We share it. She read Edgar Allan Poe and called him EAP (rhymes with creep). Maya told me, see? After the first line of hers I ever read, she was
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