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from Western Theater with Spanish BayonetJeff DowneyDeer jump fences whereas antelope dig Against the squalor coming from canaries, you bet the stowaway makes it Before The Fall, there was no cabin pressure We ate rhubarb leaves without having to cook them in the low, mountainous boiling point An intriguing vein of thought, once let, revealed all for a while for one and one for wiling all, a ribbing given women fathom the grips we’ve come to with In fainting, an ancient device of oxygen Jeff Downey Read Bio Author Discusses Poems |
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