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The Recurring Red Scarf
My father flies down the street, that’s it, that’s the dream.
As far as recurring dreams go I think it's fabulous, whenever I think of...
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Old Magnolia
Dark straining fingers
gathered at the wrist,
caught forever in her
last desperate beckoning
to the handsome young sun
who once gave her flowers.
