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Welcome To Gnarled Town

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Cherry

A Deed Without A Name

When a youthful dagger falls upon wizened Duncan, When a Portland beggar licks clam chowder from the asphalt, When the primeval iguana lashes out his tongue and seizes a sun-dazed butterfly, When a thoughtless parrot fish, with a beautiful maroon beak, hacks a coral meal from the reef, When blood has liquor and liquor has blood and teeth, When the Castillian architect dreams in pressure and support beams, When Trader Dick slashes prices on tuna, When the million-dollar putt falls prey to a gnat, Tell me, friend, what do you call that?
Cherry

A Tiny Poem

This poem means very little. The market is looking bullish. The troops are winning in Iraq but many lack spiritual fulfillment.

I Have Spoken

I would like to pass a few comments on to posterity. I don't know what my material future will be. I do know that the future will hold me to be a...

031605

Last night, I drank seven beers, Blue Boar Ale, and cannot say I regret the decision. I'm in the process of moving out of my apartment, which is...

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