Poems have no goal nor end and only a delicious ongoingness
:- Doug.
Record happinesses, too.
Inside your next poem may be inside the mystery
If Jesus can do it So can you That is the story
We think movement change Jumbling will be our savior Then we sit On the other side of the desk Meeting? Our same selves?
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