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By David Wallace Fleming I start every line with I Cuz I am less than we But how can that be? Well let’s just wait; let’s see There’s I and you, there’s me And he and she, and Old English … Continue reading
By David Wallace Fleming You see, some French fries hot And some French fries not But if you’re a French fry You gotta give it all you got You gotta give it all you got Cause you ain’t no tattor … Continue reading
PART I: MEETING Open jawed pigeons hunt sidewalks for noon. There she indentured air—the fountainhead of freedom’s bursting, torchlight agility. The choosiest chocolate stopwatch this grown melody; birds; emotive wreathes.