Jeff Logan Poems

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The oak smiled down
upon the willow,
"Are you my friend?"
"I am," replied the willow.
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2.
Sacrament

3.
Paths Of Glory

Hunched in sweat we reap to hear
Spring's chaste moon screaming, wet
corpses remulch earth's tortured crust;
Red laser combines, voodoo blade harvest,
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