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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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<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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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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