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Frances Quinlan
Frances Quinlan
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Joe Reinhart
Joe Reinhart
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Frances Quinlan
Frances Quinlan
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Frances Quinlan
Frances Quinlan
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Joe Reinhart
Joe Reinhart
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Somebody wrote "Tender" in the novel's margins As if to remind about a precious force In the next paragraph, the protagonist Sat down on the belly of a dead horse The author, I read, fell from a window Many stories high Stretching out to feed pigeons Or a stray cat depending on the website Whether or not I have Or was given a little more time There just doesn't seem to be much room For a reply And it's possible it only belongs Where it happened, fine According to John Fear softens into doubt To what do I cling and think is mine No reply "Think the last time I came up this way I was younger" Said your aunt, isn't it a good line? We found the garden abandoned And that night became dark over Chicken and wine Documentarians tossing lemmings Stunned over the edge Wartime juveniles shot and martyred For the crime of stealing eggs Dinner, by the way, was divine I drank the last of the coffee Waiting for you to rise Whether or not I have Or was given a little more time There just doesn't seem to be much room For a reply And it's possible it only belongs Where it happened, fine According to John Fear softens into doubt To what do I cling and think is- Whether or not I have Or was given a little more time There just doesn't seem to be much room For your reply And it's possible it only belongs Where it happened, fine According to John Fear softens into doubt To what do I cling and think is mine No reply Reply, no
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