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Poetry Critical 2.0
Hey guys, Donald here.
In a few weeks, this site will be 9 years old. 9 years! And I still know some of the earliest submissions by heart.
But, boy. That’s like 102 in web-years. So it’s time for something new. I’m building that something now with my nights-and-weekend minutes (and plenty of coffee). Buy me a cup?
Development updates from Twitter:
I have some memories of summers spent
With my grandparents in Texarkana.
In trees, and ropes, and swinging fast to uncles,
To cousins; drinking pop and smoking Pall Malls.
Of copper pennies spent on candy pieces
From the corner store on a hazy morning;
I walked with my grandfather back home.
They'd spend the long days playing dominoes
and cards and telling stories, until the sun receded behind
The hills of green, and the sky would darken.
I have some memories of summers past.
I have some memories of summers lived.
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