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Category Archives: Poetry
Yuri Larry (Bfs 2/8th Woodshop)
an announcer read a fire drill all out doors in the bully yards back to civics class first row who passed out again of a savage land mimeography johnny appleseed a gap listen present here
I Had Potato Soup
where once Busy Bee a restaurant under el is an old buck town tri-corner avenuers citizens a booth between a counter red stools mama duck soup spoon babas and rubber boots too even there behave
3/3o’er9er1oldear
wise dumb stick a tooth into a bowl of grew all for a diadem bottom a boot a mizzle middle ms drizzle a bit of honey sleep over a shack spinach each a chicken leg yada yaga ya