Grew a little branch from a tree
you was there and so was me
you me and the tree maked three
then comed our tiny bay-be
© Dan Goorevitch, 1993
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About Me
- Dan Goorevitch
- There is no activity more noble, more vital, more necessary than wrestling with one's self. That is what poetry is for me. Like Jacob wrestling with himself, the prize is the blessing of life. Woman is the crown which makes man king. Please read my poem "Sheep Shearing." It's the key.
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