Everything must go, but Stuff sticks like super glue, Flypaper and monkey snot. With a stewardly exit, I’m Moving back to basics, but Can I get there from here? You say I’ve made my bed Now lie in it. That’s the problem I’ve got six beds. Sell you a king mattress For twenty bucks. Is there a 12-step book for Reforming accumulators? Could I get four copies? Can this stuff be exorcised? Is the secret in my 3 videos Of Rosemary’s Baby That I’m keeping? |
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| These poems are tracks marking the happy meandering path of ongoing discovery ... |
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