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Her Voice Her Voice sends me in a Sam Cooke way over the din of bleating car horns and growling, groaning trains soaring above the disgruntled hullaballo of congested edgy streets, away from man-made illumination and toward gorgeous, crisp, blue starlight. |
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I originally published it (but have changed it a little) on poetry.com
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