W. Barrett Munn
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AdrenalineA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** I survived the mountain’s curve. It was ugly and I got lucky. Risk is a whisk broom cleaning home plate.. |
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CelebrationA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** I don't celebrate the dead guy, the claimed to be still-alive guy, guy who may never have been at all. I lik.. |
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In the HarborA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** Why do we call them tugboats? Tugboats don’t tug. Why don't we call them what they are? Why don’t we call t.. |
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Birth of the Culinary ArtsA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** The figures on the restaurant's sign are borrowed from the walls of a cave. I see the sun rise behind a hunter .. |
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Personal DebtA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** Time is a mortgage that eats away equity, a daily accounting of balances, and debts incurred, the estate real, the gate tall, .. |
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haikuA Poem by W. Barrett Munnstandard |
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Finding the FlowA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** I can remember running unimpeded stampeded by the urge of freedom to feel the freshness of the sun across the freckle.. |
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Online DateA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** It was a fine job of acting how the soft brush of her hand felt accidental, how it found my thigh while we sat cross-.. |
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Days and DreamsA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** Only when I wake do my dreams begin to stimulate my hands the nonsensical sense of a brown woolen comforter .. |
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(A-67) GamesmanshipA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** Once more around the Monopoly board, and of course you’re bored; it's hard to take a victory lap when you're the top h.. |
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