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so sterile the keys as they punch, knock out their given slots, each standing upright in line like good roman soldiers do. as resolute as stone icons formidable yet acceptable in all the lower 48. times new roman...... times new roman........ me to death, crucify me with each roman letter because i happen to be an odd character. one not easily read or recognized. i am old norse. i am latin children parading slowing across the page. i am the tragic king painted in rich iconic gold leaf. i cant be bound in a book i cant be put on a memo. i don't fit in your mailbox, keyboard, rubber stamped out font. i am unique. i am a character.

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Date: 3/4/2024 6:58:00 AM
I would like to include this poem in an anthology I am creating. Please Nathan contact me to sort out copyright. Thanks Judy
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