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And so, all is forgiven in death. And the decade that has passed since your passing has diluted my memories of your gruffness. We all mellow with age. I too, am no longer as
Decades pass and I'm still writing from youth through middle age and here I am, poet yet- filling each blank page. And justifiably you ask me " Why?" The reason for what I do,
I am not a Bread Loaf fellow and I haven't been to Sewanee adoration and fame are not my cup of tea. The Academy of American Poets doesn't recognize my name, no MFA or Guggenheim
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