William Gardner
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this fine dishA Poem by William Gardnerhe was pounded pummeled and penetrated he felt at once that nothing he ever did would fix it he looked around and deeply into everyon.. |
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ode to first classA Poem by William Gardner(1) Ode to first class Decadence is its own reward. There is no greater way to start a long journey than to start it in comfort. The alcoh.. |
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Ses tinaA Poem by William GardnerSes Tina I was in a rare moment where my sight was untrammeled. An adjective at the end and a crossroads ahead. What have i come to? .. |