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A poem that almost escaped by hiding under my bed. I was fortunate to recover it with a broom while sweeping… it must have fallen from the stack of written poems on my nightstand one evening and took refuse among the dust … “Beneath Solitude”
By James PicardA poem that almost escaped by hiding under my bed. I was fortunate to recover it with a broom while sweeping… it must have fallen from the stack of written poems on my nightstand one evening and took refuse among the dust … “Beneath Solitude”

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