
Friday, February 12, 2010
Nore nipple than tit.

“Upon the Nipples of Julia's Breast: Have ye beheld (with much delight) A red rose peeping through a white? Or else a cherry (double graced) Within a lily? Center placed? Or ever marked the pretty beam A strawberry shows half drowned in cream?”
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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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