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Literary Imagination Advance Access published online on December 3, 2008
Literary Imagination, doi:10.1093/litimag/imn066
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The Recluse

John Koethe

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Nothing gets finished, and so much
Is never even begun, dogging your life forever.
No one wants to be like someone else,
For each one thinks he's special, and indeed he is.
Friend, I speak to you from Vernon Manor
In Cincinnati, where the Beatles stayed
When they played America over forty years ago.
My . . . [Full Text of this Article]


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