TITLE

Dragging

AUTHOR(S)
Booth, Philip
PUB. DATE
March 1978
SOURCE
New Republic;3/4/78, Vol. 178 Issue 9, p30
SOURCE TYPE
Periodical
DOC. TYPE
Poem
ABSTRACT
Presents the poem "Dragging," by Philip Booth. First Line: A whole week. Out of; Last Line: weighs the whole bottom.
ACCESSION #
17216670

 

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