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Recent Poems

Up and down,

up and down.

Winding path

heading home.

Everyone standing

is crowned by stars

In the forest of numbers

it all adds up!

I wear a wet suit

to keep me dry


to the left of me


to the right of me

Im being attacked

by the library

Evening walk

by myself

I tip my hat

to the Moon.

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