john burroughs.
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meow doth maketh the sound of thine feline.A Poem by john burroughs.God, i heard, tortures the ones He loves. suppose like presidents torturing their favorite dark skinned and bearded men, very hairy, with funn.. |
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of course i'm going to snap, it's goddamn frank si..A Poem by john burroughs.a few unrelated lines i had written down over the past two weeks that i threw together. |
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glass.A Poem by john burroughs.a poem i wrote in five parts over something like ten months. a poem i wrote that is mostly all true. a poem i wrote that shamefully steals from writ.. |