An Olympics in Ohio
poem fatigue
An Olympics in Ohio I don’t feel like writing any poems about my childhood anymore, it was so long ago, ninety years. Now I only recall memories of memories, and what good are they, except to say how I used to think about those days, invented things making pale, flapping shadows on a cave, and anyway, you're mixing up your caves. There was a war, I…
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