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Day: September 4, 2011

Wounds

poetry

Let me be like Thomas
that I would say,
I have felt his wounds.

Put your finger here,
see my hands.

He has awakened me
from the dead.

Reach out our hand
and put it into my side.
Stop doubting and believe.

September 4, 2011 beighartman Leave a comment

like a salesman making cold calls

poetry

i pick up the phone and give it the old
english try

but there is something distinctly
un-english
about my bad english
my lack of manners
and general confusion about social
norms in the country i’m supposed to identify
with

September 4, 2011 Roger Mugs Leave a comment
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