Poems were once-
Dreams, I wrote them before-
my feet hit the ground.
Now, I don’t have in-
sight to dream, filthy realism!
Stroke took my inner core.
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NO THE G WORD HEAR YE HEAR YE! for GG Dharma bum, watching MOATS- mother of all talk shows. I felt GGsvibration, frustration ring...
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