Salvatore Buttaci
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WILLIAMSBURG, BROOKLYN: 1945A Poem by Salvatore ButtaciThis poem is not fiction. I remember those nights too clearly. It was the end of World War II when joy should have reigned, but it didn't for too ma.. |
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REFLECTIONSA Poem by Salvatore Buttaci |
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CATASTROPHICA Poem by Salvatore Buttaci |
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SEASONAL DREAM POEMA Poem by Salvatore Buttaci |
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MY COMIC BOOK HEROA Poem by Salvatore Buttaci |
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UNFORGIVENA Poem by Salvatore Buttaci |
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BROWN PENNYA Poem by Salvatore Buttaci |
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WHILE WE SPINA Poem by Salvatore Buttaci |
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