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Ted Friedlander says, "A sharp slice liberated me from an over sized kabocha into my present conundrum. Left by a great silver bird at the San Jose Air Field, much to my chagrin, I was stuck in Albuquerque. Abandoned by my former nest mate, she took my fledgling and split, abandoning me to our fate. Beam me up Scotty!"
Weekly Poem: I am the faceless man
I am the faceless man
The empty hand
You passed
And left to stand
A stranger on the corner
The friend in the mirror
That you didn’t find
A reflection of your hidden mind...
19. December 2013
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