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We could do itand twist and twinkle and dance away from the merry-go-round of holdingonto the last gaspof dying into the bank accountand let the car rustbecause we’re walking anywayyeah, our own four feetand you can press your sh…
J.D. Harms
Jenine Bsharah Baines
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Oh, how I am LOVING this poem, JD!
J…Jen…Jeni…Jenine... Proper names are poetry in the raw. (W.H. Auden) Poet, singer, seeker, hippie grandmother gleefully revealing herself
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