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The Fiddlehead
Atlantic Canada's International Literary Journal
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poetry
A legend of Angkor
The heathen kings, who built this city,
Lyric
Her face and honey-coloured hair
To a Coquette
Think not, my dear, to raise your price
W.B. Yeats
A year and years have gone
Scared
A great wind groand among the oaks
Rationalization
I couldn't really touch her cheek -
A sumac poem
Hock-deep in crust
Broken, but not remade
Within the chill cathedral of his mind
Roads
It was the night when we lived at the farm he came.
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