John Jackson (El Juero)
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clotheslineA Poem by John Jackson (El Juero)one of my few pristine memories |
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the way of wordsA Poem by John Jackson (El Juero)to the poets I read...you all know who you are |
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sprungA Poem by John Jackson (El Juero)greeening up here |
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Ursus arctosA Poem by John Jackson (El Juero)The feeding frenzy is on... |
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SijoA Poem by John Jackson (El Juero)a young girls hope |
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my daily breadA Poem by John Jackson (El Juero)ruminating... |
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changeA Poem by John Jackson (El Juero)I am just one drink away, from being him... |
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GumA Poem by John Jackson (El Juero)muses come from the unlikeliest of places... |
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P***y WillowA Poem by John Jackson (El Juero)soft, furry buds |
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home from workA Poem by John Jackson (El Juero)my evening |
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