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Retirement (Free verse) by Jeremi B. Handrinos

Stumps with a barreness as far as the eyes could see High pitched whine followed by bloody curdling screams Not a hint of green, or life, or love, or daylight The Saw mill stands alone on a grey slate precipice No more men or bad jokes over black coffee & timecards The ghost of development now's automated by depravation The roof's covered by wingless sleeping birds, preening And ahead lies a suburbia fashioned from worker's flesh Water tower reads "Forest of Modernization", Hatesville Winnebagos Pontoons Jetskys Watercrafts Swimmingpools And filthy bird baths Audaciously uncentered between the mailbox & inevitability.

SupremeDreamer 5-Aug-03/1:04 AM
actually it is possible to smoke what has already been smoked.. pot heads know this, since when they are out of money they delight in extracting resin from their pipes to smoke and get high from. It actually works.

heh, just some interesting, or completetly stupid information.




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