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JUNK MORALS by Space Cadet
Hair,
Meet the Michigan smokestack weather,
We know you say,
O, I got big hands, see!
Shows me you’ve never had the real
good gumbo
Shows me you’ve been willing to steal Wayne County votes
Little fingers, watch the stove top fire, dear.
Sorry dearest mummy,
You never had to remember that one, did ya?
take this year
it was never here
until the mindless hours of night,
flout cellos strain the tunes
shifty shadows.
stagger, under a coronet moon.
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where brook trout surface in baritone river rains, where fox prey, and jackals await dressed in morning’s ballistics as firing … More
The prez went golfing, the kids went to Daytona to ride waves.They love each other when the weather ain’t so … More
In balance of history, looking back isn’t too kind. Moving forward and living now is all. Now, when the tenth … More
