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Dear Mr. Poetry, could you hold my purse? <how does babbit do it> (Haiku) by horus8

It's a mystery!? Could it be the tap water? I fucking doubt it. It's education!? Some people deserve it more. Just don't ask me why. Here's a well placed yawn. To go with your diplomas, and your poetry. Imagination! Can't be taught at any school. Except, maybe his?

god'swife 9-Dec-02/11:59 PM
I were brown wool camping socks with them. The kind sock-monkeys are made of. I don't make-up too many things and when I do I usually leave a footnote.

Can you see Auriga and Taurus yet? I haven't been able to get out of the city. If you can please tell the Plieades I said keep smiling.




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