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Ted Berrigan

The Sonnets: XLI banging around in a cigarette      she isn’t “in love” my dream a drink with Ira Hayes we discuss the code of the west my hands make love to my body when my arms are around you you never tell me your name and I am forced to write “belly” when I mean… Continue reading Ted Berrigan

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