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joe salerno | getting up for work III
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Please click the text to read a bigger version of Joe Salerno’s Getting Up for Work III. From BIG HAMMER No. 5 | Iniquity Press / Vendetta Books. Much more on Iniquity Press / Vendetta Books can be found by clicking here…
Joe Salerno reading his poem “Getting up for Work (parts 1-3)” at the Great Swamp Poetry reading in the early 1990’s. For more about Joe Salerno visit JoeSalernopoetry.com
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1 Comment
August 17th, 2009 at 12:44 am
Good poem. I’ve been there, believe me, I’ve been there.
Todd Moore
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