Dope and Poetry on the Front Porch |
by Teresa Roy |
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I have heard/read all of these poems in the parlors of hosts whose friends smoke dope on the front porch before coming in, pulling a piece of notebook paper out of their pockets and announce, "This one is still pretty raw". Not that there is anything wrong with that if you've had a couple of drinks and are surrounded by kids your age. Email your subversions and perversions: This e-mail address is being protected from spam bots, you need JavaScript enabled to view it |
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