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You Will Never Sing Again"The polar opposites must be pullingme apart," you said "I don't know how my spine's holding up these days." "Watching ants falling through the cracks of the kitchen floor. Makes it hard to think they're not mocking these cold Fall days." "A new place is always hard to get used to, when your only comfort is the green and white T-shirt two sizes too small," you said "A one page letter from home will still never keep me satisfied." "It's when I know, I can't go back, When I can't go back at all." |
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Issue #24, December, 2001 :
Santa Fe Poetry Broadside.