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Sunday, February 15, 2009
Love Poem
by
Donald Hall
When you fall in love,
you jockey your horse
into the flaming barn.
You hire a cabin
on the shiny
Titanic
.
You tease the black bear.
Reading the
Monitor
,
you scan the obituaries
looking for your name.
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