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The old man was dead
He shuffled about the station cleaning and sweeping, but moving slow, I asked him and he said, oh, yes, a long while back, I remember it all though somehow I… read more
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Not a poem, only a remembrance
Dull Thud The sound of the wooden paddle banging against the flat bottom of the aluminum boat I was told it would scare away the fish, usually by someone older,… read more
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Poetry is a Shoebox
ANTHONY WATKINS – Tallahassee, FL, USA Where I keep all the bits and pieces, the left overs, the saved parts the map of how to change the world. Of course… read more
Better Than The Times 