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On the verge of the new year, here's another deranged erasure poem. Enjoy!
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"What? Who?"
What child
is sleeping?
Angels? Sweet.
) her at peek (
This is the
guard and
Ha ha,
Mary
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Originally Bruce, Leslie and Zak's e-journal, this blog mostly houses Leslie's thoughts and musings as she struggles upstream in the spawning stream of life. Or at least that's the way I see it -B
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