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On the Balcony with Love (at the Kitty Cat Club)
On the Balcony with Love By Terry Scott Niebeling Outside of the house Watching droplets all They bounce up in the sun Lit sparkling they fall Sunlight how nice Made an ass of self For getting...
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The Death of Dinkytown
Consorted constructs Moving, Pressing forward– View the new rubble of Old Dinkytown; One can witness history’s deconstruction firsthand. Cars, trucks, dust, dirt and trash, Catalyst set in motion for...
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Commuting on Como
Up, Pedaling through Como Avenue. Alongside shared-living apartments Neon-signs cluttered storefronts. Following is the summer sun, heat, and sweat. 7 years ago I was more acquainted There was so much...
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Cold Day July
Hot Coffee Cold Day Blue Sky Why complain? Books to entertain, Existing on this plain. Between life, insight, Likes… Bikes and Lakes- There is nothing but happiness along the way.
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Coffee Croissant and Cigarette
I’ll take a coffee croissant and cigarette- To pull me out of this cold, To help me forget. I’ll take a coffee croissant and cigarette- Deep chills in the wind, Heavy bundled at best. I’ll take a...
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On the Corner of Washington and Oak St. SE (Finals Week)
Where snowmelt and papers Coalesce in the street, Tense busy-minded scholars Move fast on their feet.
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The Traffic Moves Without You
On a bridge In broad daylight, Somewhere in Minneapolis— Between something is the metaphor… Below light rail trains and buses pass, The sun is out, yet it is cold. Alas, we have mirages in Minnesota...
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Bike to Attain a Surly Pentagram at Zipp’s
At times we are a shameless weekend day-drunk, on more mission than malicious, while some factors remain out of our hands. It was… In Dinkytown, a hundred dollars pocketed, bike tires on fresh-thawed...
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Local News on Finding the Missing
Local news helicopters clapped with their loud sound as they converged overhead on the scene, where strangers stopped to mingle at Coffman Mall, thoughts the worst, converse on occurrences this once; I...
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After the Midwest Poetry Summit,
settle in, I sat on a wooden deck regaling the Midwest Poetry Summit, what a night, sights with friends and poets, tightly surrounded, though alone, whisky breath and sunburnt, looking over to see...
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