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Untitled Poem
Some young man told me this pill works wonders
Don’t know if he’s wrong or right
But I do appreciate his blunders
They roll nicely down the incline of my spine
Eugenia Borkowski
From BIG HAMMER No. 12, 2008, Iniquity Press / Vendetta Books. This issue is available by clicking here…
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