If nothing more, let this be said:
“He remembered, as he carved his steak,
The overworked and underfed.”
-Edward Abbey, April 1952
A heaping plate of poetry, one serving per day (which doesn't mean every day, just whenever I feel like it).
Friday, August 7, 2009
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None of the poems posted on here were written by me, I simply choose poems that I like. Please check out my other blog, www.treestellstories.blogspot.com to view my own original poetry, as well as artwork, recipes, random musings and thoughts.
Could you tell me where the title of this came from? I mean, how does the poster of the poem know the title? ()I had thought this poem was untitled.) - please email me (remember the 'at' sign) jerseyfrey hotmail.com
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