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Bart Solarczyk |
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The Right Key I came home drunk at fifteen I come home drunk at fifty angel on my shoulder gravity off my back bug-eyed & croaking enchantment the frog prince magically transformed beer-bellied fairy tale endings the right key for every locked door. Muddy Boots Immune to analysis stone deaf to sermons she loves me she's such a dirty girl. Fan Mail In response to your question regarding my poem where I mention frequent masturbation: it's fiction my friend pure poetic license confession & promise all fiction. [Index] |
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Thunder Sandwich #26 - Summer/Fall 2005 |
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