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WHISKEY IS FOR FRIENDS
24 July 2010
poem
for paul
do
i go at it all wrong; on
deck
for the swinging game
more clobber
out of my bones arm--
cast
the throwing of small
boulders or
am i
poet
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Janea
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i really like this one
July 24, 2010 at 2:06 AM
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justin ryan fyfe
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i really like this one
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