On forgetting
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Turns out I had met Bobby at the Ranger's cabin, that he was the man who
makes canoes, and that he'd seen my photograph of one of his projects.
When ...
11 hours ago
killing-clothes loiter and break-down blacksmiths' hairy environs, cinder-lithe waists massive overhand place.
2 comments:
I like these poems, Joe. They prompted me to investigate the rest of the site, and then submit something myself. Does this breach blogging etiquette? I hope not. It isn't meant to.
On a completely unrelated note, is there any way you could FedEx me some bread from Wheatfield's? I am 67% sure that it wouldn't be confiscated en route to Tianjin. I'm good for it.
I like yours, Ben! It's a great idea for a zine - the news beneath the news.
What kind of Wheatfields do you want? I think anything but the multigrain would be hardtack by the time it arrived.
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