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Sherman, I love these short poems. So much is communicated with so few words. I have fond memories of your writing back in high school. Of course, I am now very old so my memory is feeble!!! 🤪🤪🤪 Take care.

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It’s some universal law that smoke alarms run their course in the wee smalls hours of the morning.

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Chirp and burp???

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Out of the ten poems there was only one that didn't make me smile. (You probably can guess which one). The other nine were delightful. From this day forward I shall try writing shorter poems. Thank you.

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Thank you! I live at the intersection of one great river and another great river, too. Wish I could send you a picture of my weaving of that event.

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Indian giver, what a phrase! I like to think that I've always assumed it was we white people doing the giving and taking back it alludes to (history would concur) but I can't say for sure that I understood it this way as a kid. I do remember feeling that it would be incredibly nerve-wracking to be a settler out there in Indian country but not because the locals I imagined waiting in ambush behind every tree and rock were notorious promise breakers.

Thanks for another generous batch of crystalline poems. I bet if I scroll back up they'll still be there!

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These are fabulous. I just love them.

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That Partisan one. So, so true.

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I love these. Thank you.

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very fine poetry Sherman

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I saw your comments in another post about "POETRY!" It's a blessing to get some quality poetry without a search for obscure chap books.

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Your words are powerful in their sparseness. Inspirational. Thank you.

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Wonderful. I came to the States 30 years ago and still don't get the phrase 'Indian giver.' I read Black Elk Speaks at 15 yrs of age, and read Bury My Heart when that came out amongst others, and never understood the phrase.

There's a wonderful poem which you reminded me of by Roger McGough called, I think, Contact Lenses. I'll see if I can find it for you.

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Luscious thank you.

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LOVE these. I weirdly designated November as a month for poetry in my journals, and these will do nicely. Thank you.

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Thanks for getting me out of my head for a few. Been stuck for a while. Indian giver, what an amazing example of our projection.

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