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May the road bendwhen the wolf howlsand the raven takes its flight for the promiscuous stars are tangledthe biting moondust mangled in the intersecting magic of the esoteric night.
Connie Song
Jenine Bsharah Baines
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Oh, wow, I love this! Great poem, Connie.
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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