I got no use for poems
I got no use for poets
I got no use for anthologies of verse and stanzas, except for one thing: to stand on my head and feel the blood flow
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2 comments:
Nice one SQ. I feel like eating some peanuts and cracker jacks, now. Truly bronxian.
Gdog
you gotta get one of man's best friends, SC, and start doing doga. You'll be so relaxed you'll never be able to close your third eye while you're at work.
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