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      maginahions
      re
     
    
   
   
    
     
      Poet's
      Creed
      Literary
     
    
   
   
    
     
      I
      don’t
      set
      out
     
     
      to
      surpass
     
     
      Atwood,
      Cohen
     
    
   
   
    
     
      cae
      Supplement
     
    
   
   
    
     
      Don't
      desire
     
    

    
     
      to
      be
      discussed
     
    

    
     
      in
      academic
      chitchat
     
    

    
     
      at
      upper
      canadian
      luncheons
     
     
      Don’t
      even
      crave
     
    

    
     
      the
      taste
      of
      immortality
     
     
      to
      live
      forever
     
    

    
     
      in
      dusty
      shelves
     
    

    
     
      This
      is
      all
      a
      deeper
      river
     
     
      than
      I
      can
      swim
      in
     
    

    
     
      [
      just
      once
     
    

    
     
      one
      time
      in
      my
      life
     
    

    
     
      want
      some
      poor
      soul
     
    

    
     
      to
      ask
      my
      autograph
     
    

    
     
      to
      dance.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      Steven
      C.
      McOrmond
     
    
   
   
    
     
      What
      About
      You
      ?
     
    
   
   
    
     
      There
      you
      are.
     
    

    
     
      You
      don’t
      belong
      to
      any
      group;
     
     
      You're
      not
      a
      born-again
      hippie
      or
     
     
      Another
      one
      of
      those
      Jim
      Morrisons
     
    
   
   
    
     
      Why,
      you’re
      not
      even
      a
      popular
      dude.
     
    
   
   
    
     
       
     
    
   
   
    
     
       
     
    
   
   
    
     
      There
      you
      are.
     
    
   
   
    
     
       
     
    
   
   
    
     
      A
      Different
      Kind
     
    
   
   
    
     
      Pardon
      me,
      I
      am
      but
      a
      starter
      at
     
     
      this
      game.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      I
      have
      not
      yet
      been
      spoiled
      by
      the
     
     
      illusions
      of
      fame.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      Such
      a
      shame.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      My
      thoughts
      R
      of
      gnarly
      wood,
      lik
     
     
      they
      should.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      And
      that
      derisiveness
      should
      have
     
     
      broken
      me,
      but
      I
      stood.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      This
      is
      good.
     
    
   
   
    
     
       
     
    
   
   
    
     
      This
      Kaleidoscopic
      Society
      doesn’t
     
     
      fit
      my
      soul.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      It
      only
      spoils
      &
      hinders
      the
      artiste’
     
     
      precious
      role.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      Shawn
     
    
   
   
    
     
      Just
      minding
      your
      own
      business,
     
     
      Occurring
      at
      your
      own
      rate
      while
     
     
      everyone
      around
      you
     
    

    
     
      Struggles
      to
      "Find
      Themselves".
     
    
   
   
    
     
      You
      don’t
      think
      anyone
      notices
      you,
     
    
   
   
    
     
      But
      I
      do.
     
     
      I’m
      another
      you.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      S.
      Clow
     
    
   
   
    
     
       
     
    
   
   
    
     
      October
      17,
      1991
     
    
   
   
    
     
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      15