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Kalev’s Anti-Blog: A Poem

Across from the Roslyn Mill By Kalev Pehme Have you thought O dreamer that it may be all maya, illusion?                 —Walt Whitman   At Cedarmere where Byrant lived, lilies Impressionistically now splotch the pond. There are many red, ripe, wild … Continue reading

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