Bright eyed and inquisitive,
A baby full of life,
Curious explorer, exploring
With eyes and mouth
Hands and skin.
Five months
Young
With the genes
Of manifold
Generations...
Azaria brings joy.
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Poetry allows us to condense our human experience. THis blog has original poetry and comment on poetry especially modern, contemporary and radical poetry.
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- Check out your Rank on Google+
- The Boneyard Boys aka The Graveyard Poets
- Poets Aiming with a Uzi - Head, Heart or Crotch?
- Guest Post: Master of Your Domain - a response poem
- Poopoo or sex
- The Outlaw Poetry Network
- Rogue Poet
- Tool to build Blog Traffic
- A Matter of Degrees
- I am Old and Grumpy
- I am not against academic poets
- I am ANGRY - What a Crock
- Response Poetry
- Guest Post - Morning Muse
- Poetry App for iPhone and iPad
- Fragments of New Zealand
- A.R Ammons - eclectic poet
- Fragments of Oakland
- Radical is Good
- Fragments of England
- Surround Sound
- Azaria Joy
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