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WHISKEY IS FOR FRIENDS
05 August 2009
since i dont have internet at my house, and usually write my poetry on my laptop and then go use internet on other computers elsewhere, it becomes somewhat difficult to post poetry on the internet. i know that is not really going to matter though.
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justin ryan fyfe
Lincoln, NE
poetry is not a weapon
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