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Please don’t be one of those people outside The ‘Vern at 9 a.m.

Have a home

Sometimes do you pass a cemetery

And then a chair leg comes into view

A grove of trees

Same as memory

Sometimes I go on a walk

My unchosen legs

They move me

I was bent on you like a National Park

The question is always whether to be kind

To whom

Posted 04/01/11
Books by Emily Kendal Frey
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