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jeffrey robin
Poems
Oct 2010
aphorisms and aphrodisiacs #11
my mother was a *******
(the greatest honor
on the tree)
--
i always wondered why
"after shooting the sheriff"
he
DIDN'T
"shoot the deputy down"
--
fig-ments
and
fact-ments
a dollar a day laborer
poisoned rain
--
at the
"end of the day"
the day ends
busted children remain
in jail
eating popcorn
i learned that
from teevee
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