You call this a poem?
The ballad of Don and Dee
In which a poet realizes he’d better exit a yoga class
A poem about the sun
Someone puts “Saxapahaw” in an e-mail and you have to write a poem
Writing doesn’t have to involve running away
L’amour intercontinental, universel
Life would be easier if people were (et rebelote)
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