20+ POEMS
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- $1.99
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- $1.99
Publisher Description
My brain is a dusty old attic with boxes on shelves in no particular order. Sometimes a box teeters and falls and the box spills open and poems, stories, observations fall scattered about on the floor. I may pick up one that attracts my gaze and bring it out for others to see.
he danced on the dusty floor sending clouds of dust higher and more laughing and sneezing all at one as he was draped in a fine powder of poems and things