Monday, April 20, 2009

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Nothing sad tonight, nothing poisoned
By the maudlin treacle of a rummy rose.
Tonight I’ll be a sober gentleman far out and
Alone in the mowed field underneath the halogens
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Robert Rorabeck

Robert Rorabeck

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