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    Prime Cuts

    By Dennis S. Martin

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    About this ebook

    This double collection of poems includes light-hearted, whimsical pieces (Don't Shoot the Cook) and a deeper, more penetrating collection (Cuts to the Bone) that is not always kind to the senses.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherLulu.com
    Release dateMar 18, 2015
    ISBN9781329001084
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