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Claudia SereaThe Age of the Innocent Poem
the cardinals hushed in the bushes, Clouds or mountains of unusual clarity and the cabbage thieves greet politely I can almost hear the pea pods burst open, and my young daughter didn’t yet pull apart Allow me another word, another sip from this warm brew, another moment to listen to the lips and pull them into the poem’s
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