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gershon hepner (5 3 38 / leipzig)
Poems of gershon hepner
| 2681. | writers | 12/16/2009 |
| 2682. | writers and fans | 12/5/2009 |
| 2683. | writing all the world only with the talmud | 5/17/2012 |
| 2684. | writing therapy | 8/4/2008 |
| 2685. | writing, speaking, singing | 9/29/2009 |
| 2686. | written on spec | 8/21/2008 |
| 2687. | wrong notes | 8/18/2009 |
| 2688. | wrong thing | 5/11/2008 |
| 2689. | wsah your hands | 5/23/2008 |
| 2690. | xenophile | 2/20/2009 |
| 2691. | xi shi's lament | 6/12/2008 |
| 2692. | years shall run | 6/26/2005 |
| 2693. | yellow brick road | 5/11/2006 |
| 2694. | yes we can | 11/6/2008 |
| 2695. | yes, nearly | 10/4/2008 |
| 2696. | yes, we'll have no bananas | 6/18/2008 |
| 2697. | yessir, she's no angel | 7/13/2008 |
| 2698. | yesterday | 8/6/2006 |
| 2699. | yips | 8/20/2008 |
| 2700. | yocknapatawpha | 2/11/2010 |
ground zero
Who was the man who sat last night
at the table next to ours,
trying to impress, but quite
as fallen as Trade Center Towers?
He seemed to me to be a ghost
of who he once had been, deluding
himself his life was not now toast,
without a chance of any new
beginnings. What thoughts ran through his mind
