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Fall 2006
Poetry
Fiction
Columns
Non-Fiction
Contributors
Editorial
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Archives:
07/2006
01/2006
09/2005
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Who knows why
the name comes easily
to the lips or better
removed: You
becomes polarizing force
lightning rod everybody's dog
Golden Rule hammered
beyond malleability
meaningless scrap
a crooked star
pinned on your chest
erased eventually
to the number
crawling up your arm,
a small pile of ash
next breath blows away
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