3 poems by Louis McKee
STATE’S WITNESS Maybe I was talking too much. Maybe I let it slip– I knew somebody, somebody who could get things done. St. Brigid,
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STATE’S WITNESS Maybe I was talking too much. Maybe I let it slip– I knew somebody, somebody who could get things done. St. Brigid,
His father had drowned at their cottage during an early morning swim. He told of sitting on the dock watching the boats scattered around the lake looking for his father and of watching from a distance
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