Last night of summer
highway hum and jets muffle
the coyote’s cry.
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Bobby Ball
I love poetry. But I'm picky.
No one pays me to read and write poems. It's more of a labor of love. I guess that puts me in good company. This is a project to discover why some poems strike you deep, deep down, while others leave you cold. I've got some ideas, and I'm eager to learn. I'll show you some of mine. Maybe we'll learn something new.
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Poetic Champions 
Rather Romantic. Nature will win out–though technology is surely trying.
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Some days I think it’s neck and neck. Always good to hear from my favorite poetry teacher. Hope all is well with you.
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