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Transuding Poems - Poems about Transuding


Past 3 Oclock For Bb King
...There was so much rain in your voice. Daytimes that slept with shadows. Perfect perfidies piling your W.C. Handy eight-bar bravado I never knew your midnight, your pluck of broken glass. ......

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Categories: transuding, death, memory,
Form: Ballad

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry