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Some of us drink because we're not poets.
Friday, February 12, 2010
syntax
by Maureen N. McLane
and if
I were to say
I love you and
I do love you
and I say it
now and again
and again
would you say
parataxis
would you see
the world revolves
anew
its axis
you
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