Fall 2001, issue 8, what we were promised
Welcome to Gumball Poetry's Eighth issue of poetry in gumball machines and on the web. March 21, 2010
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This is issue number Eight, Fall 2001.

I'll create an ark out of origami
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He's still as tall as ever, the love of your life, not quite bearable up
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She wanted angels In her life, with prayers Like the soft movement Of birds,
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Aerialist
- Mark Yakich

I Shall Make An Ark
- T. E. Ballard

Now That You?re Older
- Karen Stromberg

Leg
- Philip Dacey

The Red Arrow
- Catherine Conlan

Talisman
- Jane Rice

In Darkness it Flashes
- David Filer

Near Sandia Peak
- Anthony Russell White

Apothecary
- Rebecca Loudon

Skeleton
- Scott Mignola

Overall Light
- Francine Witte

The Sky Has Fallen and The Night Has Broke
- W. Joe Hoppe

The Pancake Principle
- Martha Clarkson

Attempt
- Mitzi Miles-Kubota

Haiku for the Japanese
- Shaun Gant

Deep Sea Angler
- Lisette Alonso

On Realizing The Sun Is Just a Star
- Francine Witte

A line of alternating ones & zeros
- John Burgess

Work
- Jeffrey Morgan

Potential
- Lisa Gluskin

Hilda
- Laura Bieber

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No getting away from the world, at least for now: even on the good days it's wash and backwash, a humus of cigarette
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Above all this, above the flat roads hooded by willows, above the souped-up shadows
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Just because the snow is bright before you Doesn't mean I'll come, for there are better things Than snow upon the moonlit hills
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