what?

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    what?

    "it doesn't make any sense"
    he declares
    as he stares
    out the back
    of his head
    flaring through the dread
    of another cold
    winter's day
    in May
    in the hay
    would you like to stay?

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    Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

    fatmanjoe’s Poems (6)

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