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ALIEN TATTERS: 29 by CLARK COOLIDGE

First Line: SOMETIMES THE PHONE RING ENTERS MY MIND AS A WHISTLE
Last Line: WOULD ALWAYS BE LABOR AT THE ELDER HATCH

Poem Sources:

ALIEN TATTERS.
  COOLIDGE, CLARK
  (2000)
 



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