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    Stolen Poems Carried by Canoe to Blind Man’S Bluff
    Stolen Poems Carried by Canoe to Blind Man’S Bluff
    Stolen Poems Carried by Canoe to Blind Man’S Bluff
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    Stolen Poems Carried by Canoe to Blind Man’S Bluff

    By Robert McKenna

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    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherXlibris US
    Release dateFeb 10, 2018
    ISBN9781543483925
    Stolen Poems Carried by Canoe to Blind Man’S Bluff
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      Stolen Poems Carried by Canoe to Blind Man’S Bluff - Robert McKenna

      Copyright © 2018 by Robert Mc Kenna.

      All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the copyright owner.

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      Rev. date: 03/13/2018

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      ORDER OF POEMS

      STOLEN: MICKEYS

      THE LIGHT REMEMBERS

      ROBIN RED BRICKS

      THE WIND PHONE OF OTSUCHI

      WALKING WITH ROSLYN

      TRIBUTE

      FALSE FACES

      BRENDAN BORROWS SOME SHOES

      CONFISCATED: FIREWORKS

      GOODBYE CEREMONY

      BIRD ON A WIRE

      AUTOPSY

      MEDIUM

      LARKFIELD

      WHISKEY

      HORKED: AMONG THE GORE GOONS

      HIS HOPE HANGS

      LAZY SUSAN

      AFTER PICKING APPLES

      DAVIS BOG

      CANOE

      LEAVING YOU BEHIND

      IN PASSING

      CIRCUS

      UNCLE

      EMMANUELLE

      HAPPY HOUR SODUKU

      POTATOES

      THE DEAD

      TANTRA

      SUR LES ETOILES

      SMOKE DANCE

      CURRY FAVOR

      SUNDANCER

      ROAD WORK, PONT JACQUES CARTIER

      SIPPING ON FIRE

      JUDGMENT

      WORSHIP APEC

      MONTEGO WEDNESDAYS

      LOSING FAITH

      BURIAL

      PATIENTS

      DISTRACTED

      BARE NAKED LADIES AND BLIND MAN’S BLUFF

      STOLEN: MICKEYS

      While my cousins were drunk at the bar-be-que

      she was all mine, unpeeling foil wrapped stones.

      Above the clamor, we split potatoes, one by one

      with sprinkles of ground salt from seas, we crossed

      thankful for my mother’s company and food shared.

      Mickeys silently glistening with pats of Kerry Gold.

      We hummed approval, eye to eye smiles with each bite

      interrupted by shouts, family pushes us to our senses.

      Amid their shenanigans, we sat closer, side by side.

      In a setting sun, we caught up on unimportant things.

      Among darkness, we reminisced about adventures we had.

      Her head bent toward my head, for words we could hear.

      Her hand on mine, we unwrapped another

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