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And when the Steward held the harp he cried,
"How did you get it? Please, I have to know!"
Etain then answered him, "Sir, once I spied
At noon a sloe-black raven hovering low
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The tickle
of each sensuous delight,
the public joke,
the private jest all seem
like drunkenness and
yield bold laughter,
bright enough
to bring one's straining eyes
to stream.
To mask...
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When they approached they knocked upon the gate.
The agčd Porter asked, "Who are you two
Who dare to call on us. You know it's late."
Etain cried out, "We'll sing and play for...
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Empathy Floats
Lighter than a lifting soul floating in a cool breeze.
Heavier than gravity that draws salty tears to pool,
a genuine aggressive reality, both burden and...
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Aaron’s Rod and Reid Baer 40 years ago at Rexburg, Idaho during Freshman year of college. That’s me eating the sandwich.
Aaron’s Rod
By Reid Baer
Having...
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Reid Baer, young, Aaron’s Rod, poetry, age, wild, fears, fruitful, peaceful, innocent, believing, simple, faith without guile
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