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               Volume X, Issue I 
             
            ..:: POETRY ::.. 
 
             ..:: PROSE ::..
            ..:: ETC
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               Contributor's Notes 
             
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               Volume I, Issue I 
               Volume I, Issue II 
               Volume II, Issue I 
               Volume II, Issue II 
               Volume III, Issue I 
               Volume III, Issue II 
               Volume IV, Issue I 
            
               
            Volume IV, Issue II 
               Volume V, Issue I 
            
               Volume V, Issue II 
            
               Volume VI, Issue I 
	   Volume VI, Issue II 
	   Volume VII, Issue I 
	   Volume VII, Issue II 
	   Volume VIII, Issue I 
	   Volume VIII, Issue II 
	   Volume IX, Issue I 
    	   Volume IX, Issue II 
             
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                  see the rest 
                  John M. Bennett
                   
                  
  
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,boring thru my sleep 
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across the parking 
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