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February 20, 2008

Filed under: jonathan penton, poetry — ABRAXAS @ 9:17 am

Yet know this
as she smashes your heart with her fists:

There are no former poets.
There are only poets,
failed poets,
and dead poets,

and only those in the final group can be numbered.

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