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Flight of the poet
Flight of the poet
Boulder: too uptight.
Colorado now outta-sight,
receding in the rear-view mirror.
Two-thousand-four... Illinois bound — to lick my wounds.
Twenty years ago, I wanted
to die — the end of the road came in
Kansas. After a lost four years, that I somehow
survived, a colder view of life and a pile of poems stuck in a folder.
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