Poetry of Robert Fisher
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Poems 2006
Your Gravestone Lies Flat The Smoke Is a Curtain Chrysanthemum Petals The Choir Master
Just As Every Hue Of Red My Grandfather At Ninety-Three My Eyes Travel I Wept Over The Grindstone
It All Starts and Ends For Maria DeBona For Brenda The Maize