Monday, February 1, 2010

Birds Who Will Never Fly Again Comments

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Out front in the houses of hibiscus,
The rain engorges like chariots; and I touch myself,
And I bleed- I want some of it to be beautiful;
And I want it to be published,
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Robert Rorabeck
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