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The Kansas City Chiefs suck (Haiku) by Jeremi B. Handrinos

A Boy hangs from wires. Kansas city, miracle. Luck, not poetry. Poet and knows it? What kind of poet says that? One with a ladder.

albert 18-Aug-03/1:01 PM
If I had a stepladder I would climb and climb until I could not see this poem anymore, written on a condom package smuggled into Tijuana to rest on my wife's bosom for days and days while her body fessed up to her life.




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