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Moon

We are driving home, Passing New York City, …   This is an excerpt of Amalie Flynn’s new poem Moon. To read the rest, go to her Wife and War blog, at https://wifeandwar.wordpress.com/2014/08/04/moon/ Advertisements

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Pronoun

I am sitting in my station wagon, Thinking about pronouns, or how …   This is an excerpt of Amalie Flynn’s new poem Pronoun.  To read the rest, go to her Wife and War blog, at http://wifeandwar.wordpress.com/2013/06/11/pronoun/

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