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A definite work-in-progress.
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There once was a man from NantucketWhose c**k had the girth of a bucket!He'd brag 'bout it 'round town,But the girls, they'd all frown,So he threw up ..
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The man sat at the counter, alone and tired. He was
hunched heavily over on the stool with his head hovering over the countertop,
wearing a tattere..
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“Y’know, jail reerly ain’t all dat bad,” he said as the van
bounced down along the highway. “Tree sshh-quare meels&rsqu..
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Bed of Roses
He
didn’t know where he was at first. He awoke inside a long room, but there
seemed to be no roof. The walls were white, a..
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And since I was no longer hooked
up,
we made our way, my wife and I,
to the 14th floor, and got into
line with
the restslowly...
Meth..
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A work in progress. I think I have all the words in order; I'm just not sure about the form.
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Experiment with prose poetry that is exactly 100 words long--no more, no less.
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Just a silly little piece about the internest.
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Civil society breaks downpretty quickly on a crowdedeastbound train.Manners...shoved aside in the angry rush for that seat;purses and pouches, backpac..
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