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sometimes the words escape me
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unkempt
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1.25.2009
good shave
Faced with scraggly and unkempt poetry one is tempted to reach for Ockham’s razor to give it a good shave.
10.07.2007
large garden
The poem is a garden planted too large to ever be perfectly kempt.
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