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    1. 2nd draft: this is more what I want to say:

      cherry blossoms . . .
      just never seem to land
      in my poems

  1. Who said anything about "hip"? Why are you worried about being hip? Why do you equate hipness with "real prose"? Stop and eat the cherry blossoms. *munch*

    1. i spoke of hipness
      and i don't worry about it
      i equate nothing with real prose
      independent invention

      1. Everyone I repeat…

        from her dark hip the moon's curve

        I like Ms. Poirier's poem very much!

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