Poem Shards
 
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There were great big trees there
Now they don't know where to find me.
I found other trees, even better
that aren't ever going to get to cut down
and build there road
through no where
so they can have a shorter root to the highway
back to Manhattan
where they will go
and never return
back to where
a place
where
There were great big trees there



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sometimes there is beauty within the fragments . . .
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Sprongg . . . onng . . . ongg ga

Her tired morning
seems more like poetry
than anything you can
find on a blog.


Bow Bow Bow

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It was a dark and storied night.~


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Here is a link
to a tasteful page detailing Miss Todd's gravesite,
complete with a photograph.
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  Bill Perilli, 
 writer of all
 of the things 
 on this blog.
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