Allen Smuckler
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Man with a PhoneA Poem by Allen SmucklerLounging around the pool in Bonita Springs, Fla., I couldn't help but notice... |
The Life We Used To LiveA Poem by Allen Smuckler |
Bridgeport (A Sestina)A Poem by Allen Smuckler |
ParachutesA Poem by Allen Smuckler |
Ends with a ClatterA Poem by Allen Smuckler |
I Wept TodayA Poem by Allen SmucklerTo Sandy, my beloved sister.. |
loves, long lostA Poem by Allen Smuckler |
MonticelloA Poem by Allen SmucklerPrelude to Europe |
On My KneesA Poem by Allen Smuckler |