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Robert Sheridan

Poems of Robert Sheridan

221. Wooden Animals 1/31/2008
222. Worth 2/8/2008
223. Wrap 1/31/2008
224. Wreck 4/28/2008
225. Wrecktoric 10/9/2008
226. Yes, I'm Falling 9/22/2008
227. You’re the One 1/31/2008
228. 'Yowzah Yowzah Yowzah' 8/6/2008
229. Zero to 98,98 to Zero 9/25/2008


At first, a slight faint or trace
Then a displaced Civil War image
Reflected in a gold-framed mirror
Her body, not her soul, now nonexistent.

She moved from room to room noiselessly
No cold drafts, no sounds of footsteps
Glided along in her silken white dress
As to her beauty, I couldn’t help but notice

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