in the fake-ache of the gloomloom, slippers slap me alive

[goldenage]

Here is a poem

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the next big thang

[pencil_case]

inside every rapper, is the heart of a poet.

Re: the next big thang

[goldenage]

and inside every poet are millions of tiny little gummi bears; black gummi bears that give off a licorice taste. Mmm...

[tacoholic]

this poem made my day, just as nick turning me on to goat semen made my day. wait - that's not supposed to sound pervy.