Saigon Summer
nine children
under tin roof
night hot like day
cockroaches fly
Even when Death inhabits a poem, he does not own it. He is a squatter. In fact, Death owns nothing. – Todd Moore
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Mon K, thanks fo the sends. Esp liked this one.
Read SRN for this suggested. You will know what I mean.
http://raccoonnews.blogspot.com/2014/12/gingko-contd-concluded-shoveling.html
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