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FALL IN LOVE WITH A POEM TODAY! Theres no money in poetry, but then theres no poetry in money either. Wednesday, December 17, 2014. The Coming of Light. Even this late it happens the coming of love, the coming of light. You wake and the candles are lit as if by themselves, stars gather, dreams pour into your pillows, sending up warm bouquets of air. Even this late the bones of the body shine and tomorrows dust flares into breath. Happy Holidays, poetry lovers! Wednesday, May 28, 2014. Happy to see .

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FALL IN LOVE WITH A POEM TODAY! Theres no money in poetry, but then theres no poetry in money either. Wednesday, December 17, 2014. The Coming of Light. Even this late it happens the coming of love, the coming of light. You wake and the candles are lit as if by themselves, stars gather, dreams pour into your pillows, sending up warm bouquets of air. Even this late the bones of the body shine and tomorrows dust flares into breath. Happy Holidays, poetry lovers! Wednesday, May 28, 2014. Happy to see .

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