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A Poetry Reading At West Point

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I read to the entire plebe class,
in two batches. Twice the hall filled
with bodies dressed alike, each toting
a copy of my book. What would my
shrink say, if I had one, about
such a dream, if it were a dream?

Question and answer time.
"Sir," a cadet yelled from the balcony,
and gave his name and rank, and then,

closing his parentheses, yelled
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Denny 18 May 2018

Just because a story is arranged in broken lines doesn't make it poetry.

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Douglas Scotney 21 March 2015

The one truth has to be hard.

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