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The Strand Bookstore ---- Apr 12 Written By The Poetry Society of New York Horace got out of bed early one thursday afternoon with a grim sense of unease. It was his cousin's birthday.The invisible monster Leaning like a plague Of green slush and concrete. The weighted vision of worry. The Poetry Society of New York Poetry belongs to us all. http://poetrysocietyny.org
