Thursday, November 30, 2006

A Dog Goes Prancing


Sometimes, just before the sun goes down, a dog goes prancing by on his evening walk, his head held high, maybe chasing something.

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Some poetry seems to be 'throw away' poetry. You read it once and don't really want to read it again. Other poetry gets read over and over, across years as well. So what is the difference?

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