Whisper
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After all the jacks
are in their boxes
And the clowns have all
gone to bed
You can hear happiness
staggering on down the street
Footprints dressed in red
And the wind whispers
Mary
—Jimi Hendrix
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Poem: What I Heard Whispered at the Edge of Liberal, Kansas
Poem: [I seek for rhythmic whisperings]
Poem: Words Whispered to a Child Under Siege