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insultsJoel PattonBored, the crowd herrisped out at the edges. I myself smoked cigarettes, stunned silent. This bitter batter, monkfish for crabcakes. for patent: electric centipede, all gearboxes and quiddity. Scron the verbitch tessel, eh? The livid, rimpled scrofulite, is chase tin vetch! Three-Horaced skin. chaise is chair chair is flesh flêche is arrow héros is Joel Patton Read Bio Author Discusses Poems |
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