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POEMS
The Things We Carried
My body is not a clock it has driftwood in it four stone adzes a beech tree, kauri a stand of kahikatea in the swamp six pieces of broken...
POEMS ON THE PAGE
A selection of poems from Miriam Barr's first major collection, Bullet Hole Riddle.
At the time
No Craft
All out Wor
The Things We Carried
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