Survival Poetry... is art the only form of freedom?
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Sunday, July 1, 2012
outside my window
many new trees have ob
scured
the houses,
finally...
sigh,
in my neighborhood
so
a yellow bird
vists
and a racoon
eats the cherries
off my tree
and hummmmingbirds
dance merrily
in the mid day sun
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