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No Name In Sarajevo This old year will pass and within the hour lost friends dim away in thoughts and still I mind the times before everything was reduced to straying with clear vision in the dark evenings under red carnival lights and the tunes of a chortling girl at my side and I pretended the magic was still there and I felt the Evil near by although I could see error all round and old enemies crouched in merry nightspots yet feckless I went among them laughing and my pretty girl said what interesting and witty friends I had. |
Additional Notes:
Longitudes, 1999
A Celebration of Poets, 1999
Internatioinal Library of Poetry, 2000
Poetry.com, 2001
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