Lady and gentleman,
if such should occur, it pleases me
to announce, again:
A rededication of purpose
or at least, content,
content in itself without
purpose. I send: to you,
if you will:
These poems. On average, one
for every day. A dog's breakfast
of near and accidental rhyme,
abstract pictures in concrete words,
well-meant puns, and retarded adolescent
grand romantic sexuality. I guess,
pretty much what you are free
to expect from me.
Excuse the mess
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