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Jan 4, 2015
Jan 4, 2015 at 10:24 AM UTC
on quiet Manhattan street corners, in two's and three's
with bodies relaxed, but eyes observant, they sell five dollar bags of ***** weedy poetry mixed clientele, there is no age or gender or ****** preference discrimination, certainly none requiring critical taste, in the buying and selling of ***** weedy poetry commercial savants, organized by topic, available for purchase love, depressing, rants and whines, discounts for pre-owned anti boyfriend rhymes in his day, they say, Whitman partook, ferried up from his Brooklyn nook, William Carlos Williams too, from New Jersey came, better to understand the most common patois they'll do custom stuff, the suppliers, mix and blend  all kinds of **** their database exponential, give them the requisite hashtags, and within it, in it, thirty minutes, no more, they'll requisition, providing an acquisition - you'll get your name-your-own-hash, Freedom to entitle your own ***** weedy poetry or you could grow you own on the window sill in the earth of your discarded despair
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Jan 4, 2015 at 10:24 AM UTC
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