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Showing posts with label bad poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label bad poetry. Show all posts
Tuesday, April 30, 2013

Things that are annoying me as the month comes to an end

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The toilet that's been leaking for months, we've been waiting on someone to fix it because we'd rather give him the money than s...
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Saturday, June 16, 2012

She laughs in her sleep. He transcends poetry

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A couple of weeks ago a conversation about a film about slam poetry came up on Scott Woods' Facebook page. It did not sound like a good ...
Friday, July 29, 2011

Oh what the hell

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What the Guide Dog Smelled If it were possible to unsleep with you, I’d give it careful consideration To take back every forced smile, every...
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I am the man who tells you something. Then you say, "someone said" this. I am forgettable, unless I do something wrong. Then you complain about me to management. You should all come to Writers Block Poetry on Wednesday nights at Kafe Kerouac. I have a Scottish wife. I have son who is filled with sweetness. Another year of changes is ahead, good changes.
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