poetry
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“Cooch Carter”
I’ve got me some hoop dreams, Coach! That said, they have nothing to do with basketball… If you didn’t get that joke it’s like because you weren’t in my grade 11 Law class when the ex-convict stopped by for a Q and A. Your loss, I assure you. Some things you never forget. For me… Continue reading
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Myans and Ligers and Snares, Oh My!
Why was Dorothy so concerned about lions, tigers and bears? The first two are hardly indigenous to Kansas and while the occasional black bear may wander into the southwest corner of the state that’s not exactly in the same realm as quasi-feral flying-monkeys. Those sluts could easily have rabies and I’ve read Cujo twice now…… Continue reading
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Happy Screw-Fear!
Good afternoon, intrepid wanderer! Thank you so much for mosying your way along to unwind in the warm glow of this computer screen. At least now you need only worry about the querulous and pedantic writing as potentially blinding. Opposed, of course, to the vexatious wind squalls so frequent with outdoor fire. Not to mention… Continue reading
Dread Poets Sobriety 