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They Tell Me They tell me I should be more mature and never swear in my verse. They say I should be less concrete and blur the lines of my images. They tell me I should get a standing ovation, if only I could align myself to the academy. They say great things await- book deals pushcart prizes. I’d rather rip bonnets off and violate the ghost of Emily Dickenson. I’d rather be myself, whatever that is than some recommendation of me. And maybe like Walt Witman some future reader will thrill to the beat of my dust or maybe these ejaculations of mine will wilt and crumble away. At least I’ll still be wearing my own underwear. At least I’ll still know my own shoe size. Adam Tod Leverton ( Want to show your financial appreciation of my work? Please go to:

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They Tell Me