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Pondering the Ponders of His PondersA Poem by amburI seem to write when I am in touch with the objects of nature. |
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Alone with the GrassA Poem by ambur |
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Noche, Aye, NocheA Poem by ambur |
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I'm a Disease.A Poem by ambur |
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Water to My FireA Poem by ambur |
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Ah, you say boredom--I say theft.A Poem by amburJust another poem I wrote in the mists of busniness at Starbucks. |
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Sleeping Brown EyesA Poem by ambur |
