I’ve
sent you many poems,
And not a little prose;
And
everything rejected is,
And that’s the way it goes.
And
now I send you warning,
One that will pale your cheek;
If
you do not publish something,
I’ll keep sending every week.
Sept.
26, ‘95
Pub.
in
“To
Date”,
Latter Nov.
number
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