Daily archives of “August 7, 2018

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Empedocles and Exaenetus (Wikipoem for My Father)

Wikipedia Poem, No. 824 yr head if only he cared down their hooves spectacular the riders’ blood spilled as much for me but i was a wrestler and was a wrestler and was a farce another wrapped around their hooves spectacular the riderstand was a… Read More

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Nothing to Do with Roses

Reverential in a way you could never be; And I’ve yet to read you. I’m ironbark dreaming, meanwhile, except I’m not; I’m ironstone. You, on the other hand, I’ve seen it clear as a ghost: The world will not let you write what you mean… Read More