Kooser Poems - Poems about Kooser

...Wake me up, when I’m dead, I want to see New York again And climb into the Empire State Building, I want to see the Metropolitan Museum again See again his archaeological museum. Wake me up, w......

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...Read Ted Kooser. Save your egg cartons until you have a fitted stack tall enough to be mistaken for an art project. Melt them down in a bucket of water. See how the float at first, then slowly succum......

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......for Ted Kooser It belonged to my dad. More antique than useful it lay in my tool box begging to be used. Soaped and sharpened so many times before use, its blade was now dull and lifeles......

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......for Ted Kooser A reminder of my father; more antique than useful it was tucked inside my tool box ever ready to be used. Soaped and sharpened many times the blade was keen and hungry. ......

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......for Ted Kooser A reminder of my father; more antique than useful it was tucked inside my tool box ever ready to be used. Soaped and sharpened many times the blade was keen and hungry. I......

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......for Ted Kooser A reminder of my father; more antique than useful it was tucked inside my tool box ever ready to be used. Soaped and sharpened many times the blade was keen and hungry.......

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......for Ted Kooser A reminder of my father; more antique than useful it was tucked inside my tool box ever ready to be used. Soaped and sharpened many times the blade was keen and hungry. I took ......

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......for Ted Kooser A reminder of my father; more antique than useful it was tucked inside my tool box ever ready to be used. Soaped and sharpened many times the blade was keen and hungry. I took ......

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......for Ted Kooser A reminder of my father; more antique than useful it was tucked inside my tool box ever ready to be used. Soaped and sharpened many times the blade was keen and hungry.......

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...The Old Hand Saw ...for Ted Kooser It belonged to my dad. More antique than useful it lay in my tool box begging to be used. Soaped and sharpened so many times its blade w......

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...She was a pallor woman, says the mirror on the Wall above her bureau: A tranquil woman too, Says her diary which lay near her bed on the Floor; and a deathless woman, says the crimson Stain up......

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