There Has Been Too Much Writing/ Nobody Needs Or Wants
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Shalom Freedman
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There has been too much writing
Nobody needs or wants
Too many poems
Nobody wants or needs
And that I will nonetheless probably
Add on to
As if I were still
The small child
Sitting on the floor in the parlor of 145 First Street
Seventy years ago
Playing
With pencil for bat
And rolled small paper for ball
Endless imaginary baseball games
As my mother in the kitchen nearby
Provided a kind of warmth and security
I will never have again
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