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The Real World Just when you think you’ve been on this earth too long thing or persons born, like the woman over there bundled barn that just might collapse if the wind picks up, how setting offered in that novel you read with its affairs, boy who is now a grown man recalling having seen too the woman from the farm who fried the boy some eggs ------- There’s the book, there’s the life, there’s the thing that best friend fell in love with a man who studies plants your inbox, a niece writes in cyberspace in a parrot’s Ronald, and a country of birth, the moderate UK, alas! our ways of staying in touch (email offends his soul) he has to relearn, spreading his claws over lettered Barbara Wuest holds an MFA from University of California, Irvine. Her poems are published in Beloit Poetry Journal, Cincinnati Poetry Review, CrossCurrents, Dogwood, Laurel Review, The Paris Review, Wind, Wisconsin Academy Review, and elsewhere. contact
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