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Pragmatism

 right space

wars own
rights pace
war sown 

Corman took a
“long jaunt”,
pulsations in
timebent and
stout fabric,
remembering
the end of
sentences 

own stoutly that
fragile cup
Emily Dickinson
used for tea or
time held
momently 

a war’s own
vocabulary
describing
nuclear
as a quest


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