Category: yella dove sonnet
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Spring Apotheosis
another morning you awaken from dreamsand drop into the flow of life’s sluggishriver (trapped on a sandbar of late) andsome wonder about the white waters’ rush,hoping you’ve not seen the last of this inour present life; Some want to run againbefore the race is over, want to huntagain the big game and find love beforethe…
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This Ain’t the Movies
he and nick and I were having whiskeysdown at an eastend dive last saturday nightwhen phil came in with a gun pointing itand actin all gansta on nick and himand jawin’ about his wife and pictureson the internet, and nick and him start(I was way back in my seat by then soas to leave a…
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THAT GREENBAUM DAVE
back in the day, was a cat named Dave Rossused to come ‘round to Yella Dove with freshcut grass – no one was ever sure if he grewit in his greenhouse over by Quincyor in some nearby field, but it was eitherthat or his ice-fishing expeditionsto Canada – anyway, they called himDave-the-one-hit-wonder; he was mythicfor…
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