Daily Archives: August 12, 2011

Campfire poem #71

Campfire smoke makes a fine aphrodisiac but it lulls my wife to sleep making embers an ambiguous metaphor Advertisements

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A Minnesotan’s First Love

I was a good friend of her brother – he knows, but has never said a word On the rare occasions we still meet he smiles a knowledgable, unbelieving, remembering grin and I always wonder, after all of the years … Continue reading

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