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Saturday, November 20, 2010

245

Stay in the spot where you were born
in the middle of nothing more than a field
and your house never more
than a shed

Posted by Ilana Lipowicz at 2:26 PM

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Ilana Lipowicz: I write a poem every day, hence the title. Sometimes I like them.

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