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| ***BIO*** Anne B. Grote: High School English Teacher in New Jersey, Poet and Writer. Here is a poetic note for you: every year at my school I run a beatnik coffeehouse called The Coffeehouse Express. It is so popular people have a hard time getting in the door. We decorate the cafeteria with black tablecloths and candles, sawdust on the floor and the high school poets express themselves. Poetry is the way to go! |
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| One time he thrust me well |
| by Anne B. Grote |
| One time he thrust me well
in a motel room where we kindled our childhood and he thrust me as we watched an old movie A Place in the Sun And he said he loved me He thrust me - He thrust me One time And he drowned me like Montgomery Clift drowned Shelley Winters Oh, yes, it was a sin of omission he forgot to save her but he still thrust me this one time which meant nothing to him as I am certainly not Elizabeth Taylor. |
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| June 2006 |
| 64 |