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Frabjous Times
cinquain
poetry
cinquain
poetry
In the heart of the motherland
cinquain
clutching
a torn bedsheet
this shape in the doorway —
at least the nights have grown warm in
our town
Originally published: 2005/05/07 13:04:51
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