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POETRY THIS PALTRY EGO John F. Deane You are running, delighted, up the rough-made laneway to the lake where you are sailor, eel-fisher, pilot; it’s after-school time, you are free-bird,...
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WETLANDS John F. Deane Should you find yourself growing disenchanted with this self-infatuated world, its will to violence and domination—step away a while, and walk in silence, slowly, round...
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