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Diane Seuss Reads Jane Huffman

The New Yorker: Poetry

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A Dog's Name Is Basket

i seem to raise dogs their egotists, without any selfesness. And children, i don't know. Well, we should say that gertrude stein's dog's name was basket. Basket. That's perect great at seay. Peo has to write that poem too. But in this poem, i love this, how steady it is in what feels like this inevitable end, which is myself. O the width of a corrected baby shoe. I' been so poignant.

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