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Time passes because you don’t know the art--
the dark makes all hands numb,
empty as speech, mute as a mustard seed.
© Karen Morris, Poet / Collaborating Author • 2017
Rage : The Misery of Men | Hope: The Dawning of Men
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POESONICA
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5 Spoken Poems / 5 Soundworks / 5 Drawings
Karen Morris Poet + John Tomlinson Artist
2017
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