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i am cabbage

and other POEMS

G Russell Peterman

Language

English

Book Hardback

Libristo code: 07374751

Publishers iUniverse, December 2004

"i am cabbage" is a collection of poems both long and short. It takes its title from the first short... Full description

Libristo code: 07374751

41 b

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"i am cabbage" is a collection of poems both long and short. It takes its title from the first short poem. The volume is divided into nine books or sections. The last poem is from a retired firefighter of twenty years and dedicated to the lost firefighters on 9/11. For more than forty years I have been a sometimes poet. Thoughts have rattled around this old head of mine like rocks in a tin can. To push these thoughts away so I could get on with the business of living I wrote them down, tossed them in my desk drawer. Sometimes I would rediscover them, reread the pile, and throw away any that I did not like at that moment. After retirement I decided to empty the drawer.