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A Sign on a Giant Donut at a Twenty Four Hour a Day Donut Shop Overlooking Pacific Coast Highway in Sunset Beach California at Eight in the Evening on September Twenty Fourth Two-Thousand and Two (Concrete) by Dark Angle DONUTS
Up the ladder:
Thorns
Down the ladder:
Thaw
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Posted: September 28, 2002 12:29 AM PDT; Last modified: September 30, 2002 12:48 AM PDTWeighted score: 6.0319247 Overall Rank: 1238 The following users have marked this poem on their favorites list:
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28-Sep-02/3:56 PM
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AAW CHRIST! THATS FUNNY. I remember I was at a 7-11 in Colo and this lady was putting her daughter in the car when the little on held up a pack of Dolly Madisons and yelled DONUTS!
Take a picture. thank you ever so much for wasting my time on this good day september 30, 2002. Take out the donut whole and really what do you have? a zero.
Read Richard Brautigan. He would have given this poem a 10.
I think maybe a 7 at best. He sure had his annoying moments.
Well it's only speculation. One of the reasons I love Mr. Brautigan. He will take you along this pleasing road of insightful prose and then drop some flunky weirdness into it. He was a child of the times.
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Hehehe... I love it!
Hmm. Doughnuts is one of those words where the American spelling really annoys me for no real reason.
Bace!
YES!
excellent! lol
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