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			<title>To Erica Jong</title>
			<description>1.when I put your poetry in my mouthits sweet cinnamon seeps out through my poresand with baby handsgrasps  tiny little notebooks that shoot out from your pagemaybe I will catch one2.  who put the two wordsGoodandPoetrytogether on the same linewith a colon a..</description>
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			<title>Permission</title>
			<description>the rains beginI let my hair muffle the tip of one earAnd pull wool sock from closetThat once adorned&amp;nbsp;Green Spaghetti strapdressAnd spread it over Cracked and calloused foot,Waiting.&amp;nbsp;and then She comes.&amp;nbsp;She hugs my bundled body andfeeds me..</description>
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			<title>The Burning (For my Mother)</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;i want you to know&amp;nbsp;that this rock-bodyhung&amp;nbsp;over your edgehands clinging blistered&amp;nbsp;head bent slight&amp;nbsp;at popping liquid whose steam wove&amp;nbsp;between &amp;nbsp;terrified toes&amp;nbsp;i want you to know&amp;nbsp;that my rubber limbsfolde..</description>
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