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Bad Advice
The Best Gift of All
On Contributing to a Poetry Blog While Visiting th...
a peltsoftwarmredfuzzymuppet furi skinned elmo
The World Means Nothing
Mother #2
The best jobIf you think about itIs to sell fault...
It never ceases to amaze meThose stories you hear...
Jackson laughed As the kangerooThe toupee stapled ...
As the hammer slammed onto Daddy's thumbhe said m...
Suspicion
Musings on Shampoo
Mother #4
Albatross
A Question
A Tragedy Averted
Space Robbery (i.e. the greatest poem ever written)
Lament of a Stooge
Heroism
Poetry in motion
Mother #5
Mother #1
11th Hour
Poem for Kyla
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
Suspicion
As we ate our pork dinner
I noticed for the first time that he wore no yarmulke
And that was when I began to suspect
that the man with the swastika tattoo
was no rabbi
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