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Sunday, June 3, 2007

CLIFF KLINGENHAGEN is the poem of my soul's healing

see, i'm an alcoholic
so e.a.robinson knew that us recovering weedeheads andwinoettes mustn't believe in the allureglamour of what for us is like sugar to a chronic diatetic
and that poemsongis sublime
Posted by peacefulzen at 10:14 AM
Labels: he-himeself-might not have actuallylived it wish he had though

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