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Goddess Chronicles: Poetry Volume I
Thursday, October 6, 2011
Almost twenty years ago
I read an Ira Cohen poem
Where an angel
ripped it's flaming head
from it's shoulders
(and it changed my
poetry)
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Andrew Sohan George
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