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| | | | Too tired to sleep Stomach pacing 'round my spine Thoughts spin down black holes (for this week's Living Poetry Prompt) | |
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| | | | "Let's go to the nude beach," I suggest, "where they only wear sunglasses." You tip your readers and ask, "Are you sure you're up for that?" I wither under your raised eyebrow. "How about a nice museum?" (for Living Poetry's Visual Prompt for June.) | |
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| | | | On the way home from the total solar eclipse last month, I stopped off in Dayton, Ohio to visit the grave of one of my favorite poets, Paul Laurence Dunbar in Woodland Cemetery. I've heard of Mr. Dunbar for as long as I can remember since I grew up less than an hour's drive away... | |
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