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Cats You argue bitterly, resolution impossible-- The cat springs from the back of the stove as you turn on the burner. She curls under the easy chair. She will have none of this foolishness. The accusation flings itself: "You don’t understand me!" He knows, in fact, how to please you, but refuses. And visa versa. The cat licks her bristled fur. And you ask another to do this for you! |
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Issue #28, August, 2002 :
Santa Fe Poetry Broadside.