Daniel Atkinson
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this is the bluesA Poem by Daniel Atkinsonmusic. |
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i curse the morningA Poem by Daniel Atkinsona post-drinking rage. |
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revelationA Poem by Daniel Atkinsonthe truth. |
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georgia girlA Poem by Daniel Atkinsonborn and raised. |
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the heatA Poem by Daniel Atkinsondenial. |
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he sat singing with the mirrorA Poem by Daniel Atkinsona friend. |
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interpretations of artA Poem by Daniel Atkinsonfor her. |
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musings of a lost boy #3A Poem by Daniel Atkinsonthe continuing thoughts of a drunk young man. |
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folk songA Poem by Daniel Atkinsona wistful future, maybe. |
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Hookers and ToothpasteA Story by Daniel AtkinsonThe morning after. |
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