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Robert James Berry

Poet and Novelist

Storyteller

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When our grandfathers
lived in caves

gathered round
the roaring fire

which would expel
carnivores and ghosts

I like to think
I was the storyteller

spinning bewitching
stories

making my tribe forget
the implacable danger

the dreadful loneliness
of being us.

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