W. Barrett Munn
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MemoirA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** I’m forced to hear your music when you play it that loud. You don’t need to shout to get my car ke.. |
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The Change in Pressure From an Approaching StormA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** The sun comes up sugar. My day starts out feeling broccoli. I have to be downtown in two hours. The escape of freedom’s ai.. |
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(182-A) SpiritA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** Ghosts are not thingsthat go bump in the night;they're aches caused byheartstrings.Each roomholds its poltergeist --here’s where .. |
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5 haikuA Poem by W. Barrett Munnhaiku |
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The ProjectionistA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** What can you do when every room you step into is a cinema, and the movie showing is one that’s starring .. |
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The Lyrics Don’t Mean Much EitherA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** How can I love a world that stole away my wife, left love a wound that never heals? In the places sh.. |
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haiku 12A Poem by W. Barrett Munnhaiku |
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A British NomadA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** Lawrence was fluent in Arabic, and his shape and his shadow were known to the tribes. When he said, It’s time, th.. |
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Because the World is RoundA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** Leap to it, you Doggers! Daylight’s sliding past. Those who love darkness will soon be here to eradicate.. |
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Looking West and Seeing SunriseA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** Rosewood was a smallish city on the banks of the Coatacook River. It was a lovely Thursday Vermont morningwhenthe cit.. |
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