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Friday 26 April 2002 |
Then again I could be reading another poet, Nicholas Christopher, who has a new novel out, Franklin Flyer. Or John Crowley, who ought to be a poet, and whose book I actually bought and have sitting waiting because I’m afraid that it will fail to live up to my impossibly high expectations.
3:06:56 AM 
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© Copyright 2002 Richard Allan Baruz.
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