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|Reviewed by elizabeth bissette
|This was my 'signature poem' when I worked with a great group of poets in Chicago. You're right - it has been edited over the years - but it was the only poem I had that would silence not only the poets and artists in the room, but the Latin Kings and barfly's too.|
|Reviewed by allen mahan
|first "10" i've given you! this one...how many times did you re-write it? i cannot yet say exactly "why," but, while reading this the first time i "felt" as if i were walking "down" a mountain, or (_a la_ "spiderman"); climbing "down" a skyscraper...hmm . . .|