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Fresh Air

Rating: 2.8

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At the Poem Society a black-haired man stands up to say
“You make me sick with all your talk about restraint and mature talent!
Haven’t you ever looked out the window at a painting by Matisse,
Or did you always stay in hotels where there were too many spiders crawling on your visages?
Did you ever glance inside a bottle of sparkling pop,
Or see a citizen split in two by the lightning?
I am afraid you have never smiled at the hibernation
Of bear cubs except that you saw in it some deep relation

To human suffering and wishes, oh what a bunch of crackpots!”
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Brian Jani 13 May 2014

Kenneth This is a good piece of poetry

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