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Daily Archives: March 8, 2019
March 8 San Francisco as an improbable poem – – Naomi Shihab Nye
Friday, March 8, 2019 “You can’t order a poem like you order a taco.” “poems hide. In the bottoms of our shoes, they are sleeping.” Last night (March 8, 2016), I sent a friend who lives in San Francisco a … Continue reading
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