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July 15, 2007
5 haiku 245
Every other word
fuckety fuck with stomps fuck.
Outside there's no wind.
There was this kid there
maybe 20 with product
a slicked wispy lock.
The keg from last night
the broken record player
the no wind outside.
Rod made spaghetti
and I threw up making this
not about wisecracks.
That other young guy
whose name I don't yet recall's
idea's brilliant.
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