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WHISKEY IS FOR FRIENDS
30 August 2011
bad poem #1,028
someone recently told me it was good that i write so many poems because eventually i might write one good poem. i am fighting that person in my head right now.
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justin ryan fyfe
Lincoln, NE
poetry is not a weapon
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