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A poem using the knowledge of elementary latin roots and wordplay to discuss Customer Service issues and the error of a Customer's understanding.

A short poem about the brevity of allowance for any perceivable emotion and the private nature of deeply sorrowful ones.

This poem is about the death of a twig, and the essence of it that continues to live on.

A reflection on activities enjoyed that incur heavy pollution like 'Thunder Over Louisville' with jets pouring out fuel for viewing's sake.