Swell of You
Chad Davidson
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You are about to read scads of poems, many dealing with stardom,a few with dead birds (not to mention the scoffers who off them),
and one with a horrifying vision of the apocalypse. But before you begin,
I want you to know, at this moment, while you gaze like a Capuchin


