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How We Make It HappenJohn MulliganVinegar often stems naked across the pineapple divide. Slightly exploding the mock detritus confuses a math's worth of corn. First sand in plight etching out a happy Wittgenstein. Tease me now snitchers. The yellow muscle winked ratio. John Mulligan Read Bio Author Discusses Poems |
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