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Wikipedia Poem, No. 119
George Washington has left to run a Cruz cigarettes to take a ton hard to the campaign against missiles against faces against the heft to abandon the relentless we according to pay their hide behind classified if they hide been if civilians senior months a bureaucracy that moves deploys fighters their weapons even below and…
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Good Parenting
Lack of night now Vandalism: What’s funnier Squash or a substantial orange yam? In a manger? Spaghetti Wake up with a headache Not the night before, but With death: What a dire truck Skulls skulls skulls Every man, doves, In a mugshot Looks like my father For someone so obsessed Shacked, dated, bored I…
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Wikipedia Poem, No. 109
Little soul little stray little drifter now where will you stay all pale and all alone after the way you used to make fun of things Hadrian with sensual succession to his reign Hadrian ailing to his tastes He used his succession to be more with his tastes He oozed towards Hadrian’s Wall which marked…
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Wikipedia Poem, No. 94
“And it’s close to a all out war With kids being murdered just for being black and tall outdoors They respond to demonstrations wearing kevlar briefs When the main problem is nobody respects our grief” — Open Mike Eagle, “Dark Comedy Late Show” the extremists the infidels the militants shooting extremists often under soft men…
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Wikipedia Poem, No. 68
“A man must make poems of such things, and hope to conjure the myth of laughter and clapping hands;” — Kwame Dawes vous quelle latitude elle latitude elle latitude elle latitude elle latitude elle. – J’ignore sous volontiers, déesse et immortelle latitude elle latitude elle latitude elle latitude elle latitude elle latitude elle latitude elle…
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Arnaut Blowing Smoke at the Nose of His Dog
The Fourth Night of the Fifth Year Stop reading: Things have gotten tense Between the Farmer and the Bodybuilder The Farmer locked in the barn. Jed wakes The largest rooster, which, in turn, interrupts His old, bitch mother’s wild dream. Night After night drunk as if pulled through a kaleidoscope Basal carcinoma breeches its surface…
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Five Days Outside of London
I don’t know why apples fall where don’t care for candy or cats &, no, I didn’t catch that show, no Compelled to connect I put my hand up against the cold windowpane a bullet of shock runs towards my heart bulls graze in the street so many zoos lost in time we’re more afraid…
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