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The Understanding An excerpt from a poem by J.V. Foerster Later I would sit by a slash of granite and find a perfectly carved prehistoric sword tip the hand of my ancestors reaching up out of the soil. This entire poem along with 'Death Toll (My Mother's Miscarraige)' appear in the Poetry Journal PGI #5 |
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