Issue 61: We were an emergency aircraft
A poem that gradually reduces
Is called a nonet. You would think
That each line would be shorter
Than the previous one
And sometimes that is
The case, but words
Are tricky,
Complex
Beasts
My Uncle Ken Lost an eye in an Industrial Accident My grandpa Lost his hearing Working the Mines What did I lose because of my labor? My h...
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