What we mustn't say taxes our vitality:
It's all the withholding that makes it hard
to live on the wages of sin.
Dean Blehert
dean@blehert.com
dblehert@verizon.net
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This is just poetry. It won't save you, but it may locate you so that a rescue party can be sent out. — Dean Blehert
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- MANUSCRIPT
- SAY CHEESE!
- Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas
- CLOQUE!
- We ARE History
- SAVE ME FROM FAME!
- HOW MUCH PER VERSE?
- SO HELP ME...
- AMULET SHAMULET!
- Puppetry
- MEALS
- UNDER COVER OF BANALITY...
- HOMME ASIDE
- TOMORROWLAND
- OHH! Look at THIS one!!!
- Nightscape
- At The sPEEd of Sound
- Time for Breakslow?
- Trying to Fit In (With a Bad Crowd?)
- AFTERTASTE OF ARGUMENT
- A PUNISHING FEAT
- SUNRISE AFTER RAIN
- The Spirit Bird
- HONKY TALK
- A Comment on Comments on Poems
- What I Hope To Do
- CLINGING
- THE WITHHOLDING TAX
- The Most Inscrutable One Wins!
- THE WIND'S TANTRUM
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1 comment:
Dear Dean,
It's so wonderful to have you back again. Your intelligence ... your wit! You make the day brighter.
Whayne Eisenman
P.S. The link to your wife's work is misspelled (artest)and leads astray.
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