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Summer 2003, issue 9, The Embedded Poet.
Welcome to Gumball Poetry's Tenth issue of poetry in gumball machines and on the web. March 12, 2010
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This is issue number Ten, Summer 2003.

No one sprinkles wine on the back of your neck and eyelids;
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I want to live the life of umbrellas, full of sudden
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The Life of Umbrellas
- Rachel Dacus

The Day the Piano Tuner Came
- Martha Clarkson

Laura Nyro's Dead
- Corey Mesler

My Life in Ten Sentences
- S.B. Banks

small poems
- Ronald Baatz

heartbroken sky & graceless singers
- rob mclennan

Katie's Science
- Jow Lindsay

Canal Duck
- Bruce Mendenhall

Terraced
- Liam Ferney

Photograph of Cathedral with Bicycle
- Shisa Poet

When you separate from your destiny
- Yosefa Raz

Sunday Morning
- Yosefa Raz

Zephyr
- Shelly Reed

verb: to pelican
- Anthony Russell White

The Management of Grief
- Mary Francis Farrow

Survival Math
- Jason Schupp

A Walk Near Jesuit College
- Chuck Levenstein

Singing in the Pandaleshwar Caves
- Rachel Dacus

Sundown at Mono Lake
- Bryan Carstens

Sonnet 1000001
- Liam Ferney

Still Life
- David Filer

the first steps back to now
- rob mclennan

Afghan Church, Bombay
- Subhayu Mishra

That Barbour Jacket
- Evelyn Perry

Purpose
- Eric Ronco

Into the Night
- Anne Fraser

WARNING
- David Filer

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Especially along the sleeves it's the color of pollen, of fiddleheads against a deeper green,
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He curls up in the boot when they go through the gate and he gets into the drive-in with nothing but half a packet of
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The spires have since forgotten what they were pointing at.
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