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September
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- Meet The Poets
- 1,000 Posts Here At the Shambling Darkness Project
- self-portrait #2
- Father's Day
- No title
- A Very Horrible Song
- Monongahela This
- Fatherhood
- No title
- Stay Wild
- Self Portrait
- Last Letter to An Open Door <?xml:namespace prefix...
- Jackson Ward
- Well, Which Is It?
- Cookie Monster Cookie Monster
- Pan Am Discard And shudder the unblocking which un...
- Training the Many Fisted Borzoi<?xml:namespace pre...
- Andean Appalachia
- The Body In A House
- Gone To Ground
- Fox Hole
- Water Lilies
- Limestone
- The New Decay The smell of wood smoke in the ...
- A Joke
- Marks Through the sighting scope you see On...
- Skeleton Up from a cutting Straight knife t...
- Sometimes, While Riding My Motorcycle
- The Shaved Survivalist
- Gumbasia
- Everybody Loves Hypno Toad
- Ruin At the camp, in the morning, everyone pi...
- Heironymous in Aftershave Heironymous of the under...
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September
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2 comments:
All Glory to the Hypno Toad
Glory! I should put up the one that runs for seven minutes!
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