Poems by Dean Faulwell, occasional ruminations about poetry. Whatever else happens in.
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Saturday, February 12, 2011
ROMANTICISM AND ITS CURE
Dining alone on love's uneaten bread, I held her hand beneath a fan as heather pressed its scent into our pages. Oh, Cathy, get your ass in here so we can get it on again!
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