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When My Son Is Dead 16 Years
After you died, my Beautiful boy,
Alexis Rhone Fancher
When We Make Lifelines, the Universe Breathes a Little Easier
When night becomes heavy, I break a hole
Kelli Russell Agodon
when you ask me if you are a good father & cook up meets god
look we know how this will play out
Saida Agostini
Where Birds Sleep
It goes down and the birds go to sleep.
Carol Potter
Where the Robins Took Me and Northern Flicker
Robins settle on the earth
Sally Bliumis-Dunn
Which Makes Me, I Guess, the Muddy Colorado
What we learn from most pornography is
Patrick Donnelly
While
While we were kissing that year, the icebergs were sleeping,
Paul Hoover
While Another Dove Nude into the Breakers
One talked with a talisman
Stephen Ackerman
Whirlybird & Poets
This whirlybird
J.T. Barbarese
White Gauze Curtains
in them we see
Mary Mackey
white paper #46
Obama Waffles Mix
Martha Collins
White Zinfandel
Again last night I dreamed the dream called Waiter.
Christopher Bakken
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