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Letter to the Poetry Journal Editor

Dear Editor:
Guess Im the old popcorn husk
Stuck in your gum
I seek neither flattery nor commerce
Me, a jeremiad-ist? Cock-eyed barn-yard mystic you say?
That sounds like Roethkes rant #11, he dont know me
No, Im just the janitor in the RADAR room
You might want to issue a bulletin
Well need more lifeboats
Were approaching an iceberg

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