Poetry For Our Time

Poetry heals the wounds inflicted by reason. -Novalis

Sorry kids.

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I’m sick as a dog. Gotta skip the poem today. And maybe tomorrow too, since I feel chills all over my body, my head’s about to fall off, and I’m, of course, hacking up a lung.

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Written by Molly M M

February 10, 2009 at 3:30 am

Posted in Poem

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