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D. Thurmond Aka Jef (James Everett Falcon)

D. Thurmond Aka Jef (James Everett Falcon)

"Poe's Harbor"

“The Sleeper” has docked
Near the schooner, “Lanore,”
As “The Raven” steams north
Past the fog laden shore.
 
“The Bells” on the buoys
Ring paths to the sea,
And a foghorn is sounded
From the “Anabel Lee.”

(1997)

exercise in comp.

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