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Wednesday, January 12, 2011
sherku: at the entrance to the amusement park
I no longer carry time,
But instead, stand
in front of it,
like a child
What is a
sherku
?
A 'found poem' wonderfully
crafted at the end of a long reflection
Thanks to @michelletripp for the pointer to this
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