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poetry of forest bloodgood
Thursday, June 21, 2007
the business end of it
the vanity of we who
strum
and stroke
our egos whilst whittling wooden notes
appears
verbatim
offstage
in dilettante mannerisms
consistent
with
showbuzz
,
politics
poetry& war
2005 swale canyon, wa
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