David The Maker

Itches should be scratched. The problem with poetry is that the person doing the itchin isnt the person doin the scratchin.

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Sunday, February 3, 2008

22. Where They Went

Nobby, Punch, Uncle Bill, Weary Willie, Guts,
Gone
Into
Scott, Wilson, Bowers, Oates, Evens,
Gone
Into . . .
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