Brookings Poems - Poems about Brookings

...Stand cold 3 AM on work line, slighted, famished, impoverished, vanished, faded, hungry. Long walk down Cliff Avenue hill, US Highway, dissecting sides of Sioux. Hard day labor, sex offenders, ha......

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...Bubbles confabulated, Aquamarine rosary beads, Steel-blue beams. Americana scarecrow, Cherry-red combine. Lost Highway, A road to the car dealership, Back on the interstate. Campanile, Br......

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...The Killing Field” Ariana nodded, tremolo fingers, and they ran across the killing field, watching the steel-toed kite ascend— a fleeting instant of triumph in the vacuum. Josh scoffed as it d......

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...The Killing Field” Ariana nodded, tremolo fingers, and they ran across the killing field, watching the steel-toed kite ascend— a fleeting instant of triumph in the vacuum. Josh scoffed as it d......

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...Das Don doth debilitate democracy driving a collateral wedge deliberately dividing differences collaborating, collapsing, and collaring disparity amidst ever increasing homogenization extant ......

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...Not then as mingling personage, and its resort, nor as linguistic parsonage in moments scored! So also referenced structuring the church in ford, oft marks the course in buffering a message heard! ......

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