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<p>There have been poems that I have not made available on the Internet. Bearing in mind this limitation, my poem(s) may be
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found at the following URL: <a href="https://trust-in-jehovah.tumblr.com/tagged/poem">
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https://trust-in-jehovah.tumblr.com/tagged/poem
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</a>
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<h3>Publications
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2020-01-28 10:21:16 +00:00
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<p>My poem(s), which I authored under the name "rogbeer", has/have appeared in the following (digital) publications
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2020-01-28 10:24:20 +00:00
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<li>'Tilde.town: 3'. Editor:
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<a href="http://tilde.town/~mio">
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'~mio'
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</a>. (2019). p. 16.
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URL:
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<a href="https://github.com/tildetown/zine/blob/master/issue_3/zine.pdf">
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https://github.com/tildetown/zine/blob/master/issue_3/zine.pdf
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</a>. Accessed URL on twenty-eighth of January 2020.
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<li>'Tilde.town: Issue 2'. Editor: '<a href="http://tilde.town/~jumblesale/">~jumblesale</a>'. (2017). p. 12. URL:
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<a href="https://github.com/tildetown/zine/blob/master/issue_2/zine.pdf">
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https://github.com/tildetown/zine/blob/master/issue_2/zine.pdf
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</a>. Accessed URL on twenty-ninth of September 2018.
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</li>
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</ul>
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2020-02-08 02:17:23 +00:00
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<h3>Selected poems
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<p>No, my trip to the <br />
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sea-shore <br />
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wasn't a dream <br />
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See- <br />
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The sand on my feet-
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<hr />
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<p>
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<b>Away to (hopefully) safety: A poem, written after reading
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Loung Ung's "First they killed my father", set in Pol Pot's
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Cambodia, rife with the "not-nice" Khmer Rouge, "destroyers
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of things"
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</b><br />
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Wordlessly, <br />
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I smacked the coffee-stain <br />
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on its rump- <br />
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And checked- <br />
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Was it gone? <br />
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Maybe, the sea - where I had sent it to - was not its home, <br />
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but then, <br />
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neither was I; <br />
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Or, I could no longer be
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