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Two Poems By Kathleen Farragher
Cedar Rust There was a crab apple tree in our
front yard, It had been last October that I You would not let me plant
another, You made me plant grass seeds, You are a ridicule of spring Dead Mums A November But, the season was November, in wanting of Sobbing, he left And walked away. They found him They found him They found him There was no one for He
was remembered only
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Kathleen Farragher is a student at Beloit College, where she edits the Lit/Art section of the weekly college newspaper. A musician, activist and writer, Kathleen helped to found Beloit's "Take Back the Night" organization, and says she sings as a daily habit. Kathleen was born and raised in Bergen County, New Jersey. Copyright 2000 Kathleen Farragher |
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