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By janiejonstone

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Emily Dickinson woos me with her charm;Sylvia Plath satisfies my hungry depression.Keats loves and leaves me in his world;Shakespeare picks up the pieces and makes me whole.And yet, the sweetest, most sensual and most illuminating poet, is Sam Jamieson,whose inexplicable ability to speak with both feet in his mouthi have come to love and adore. Written September 17th, 2001 © on Sep 17 2001 05:18 AM PST   18 • 0 • 8

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"Emily Dickinson woos me with her charm;Sylvia Plath satisfies my hungry depression.Keats loves and leaves me in his world;Shakespeare picks up the pieces and makes me whole.And yet, the sweetest, most sensual and most illuminating poet, is Sam Jamieson,whose inexplicable ability to speak with both feet in his mouthi have come to love and adore...."

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