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Kim Nelson's avatar

Imagine this: I'll make Allen Ginsberg’s Summer Borscht for a Saturday lunch and invite two friends to join me. As a prelude to the meal, I'll lay imprints of Katharyn Machan Aal's "The Beets Poem" atop their pace setting and leave them wondering who is who.

Daisy J Fable's avatar

Loved your beet curations. Why am I suddenly compelled to write a poem about beets? This is your fault.

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