Nigh Clime.

Author:Estes, Angie
Position:FOUR POEMS - Poem
 
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Who remembers the waving hinge, how the spine of a book or elm could limn the locale of gee and hmm and oh , tingle with the nom of its genome chill as if Patsy Cline were at the helm of the angelic galleon, singing I'm crazy, crazy for feeling so blue. When the long is gone and the curtain opens its glee like leaves in April, we'll mingle like scenery and ogle o'er ego and e'en, the glim of ago. We still...

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