"No More Games. No More Bombs. No More Walking. No More Fun. No More Swimming. 67. That is 17 years past 50. 17 more than I needed or wanted. Boring. I am always bitchy. No Fun -- for anybody. 67. You are getting Greedy. Act your old age. Relax -- This won't hurt."
Sunday, January 25, 2009
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"Drunk at the matinee" is a collection of candid poetry about stupid shit that we all experience from day to day.




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