JANUARY 13
Ok.
It’s the 11th hour... literally
and the thirteenth day... honestly
of a poemtastic marathon
but that old frontal cortex
belonging to yours truly
is in that
tender
loving
longing
stately
place
of absolute refusal
to cooperate
It’s the 11th hour... literally
and the thirteenth day... honestly
of a poemtastic marathon
but that old frontal cortex
belonging to yours truly
is in that
tender
loving
longing
stately
place
of absolute refusal
to cooperate
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