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Tag Archives: New York
Poem: Remembering Copake at Iguaçu
When I was young I saw a waterfall A single stream into a crystal pool For twenty feet or more There in the water childlike lovers play The scent of pine is heavy in the air Its pungent sweetness carried … Continue reading
Posted in About Love, Poetry
Tagged Argentina, Bish Bash Falls, Brazil, Copake, Iguaçu, Iguaçu Falls, Louis William Rose, New York, Poem, waterfalls, young love
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Doing Drugs in High School
Greetings fellow students! Louis Rose here, Class of ’71. Sorry I’m forty years late. Maybe they’ll write me a pass. I want to tell you about the drugs I used at Sleepy Hollow. I never planned to use drugs, it … Continue reading