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Only a puffy set of clouds could background this true story, a poem that developed from an appointment with my oncologist. Some poems are called "found poems," happy conjunctions of words that somehow become poetic. This description of a good day at the doctor's office was a joy to write; it had been of course a joy to view.Sunday, November 14, 2010
SUNDAY POEM
Only a puffy set of clouds could background this true story, a poem that developed from an appointment with my oncologist. Some poems are called "found poems," happy conjunctions of words that somehow become poetic. This description of a good day at the doctor's office was a joy to write; it had been of course a joy to view.
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