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I asked my friend, the poet, / how she was getting by. / “Work and tears,” / came her reply. ...

Give to Caesar what is his,namely, everything there is. I see a lot of eyebrows raised.Let’s check the books. You’ll be amazed. An x. An o. A hug and...

Like the signature in maplewood / of sun-splashed rain, / this man’s bright pattern must remain...

I am anointed too, / brushed with his broad mark. / He leads me safely through...