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Timothy Henry
Laurel Lake Thunder
No more metaphors remain:
a hen is a hen.
a crow is a crow.
a yeti is a yeti.
Your homemade medicine,
your homemade handlebars,
your homemade hens.
Posted 10/06/09
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Refreshing, if you like.
Robert Mueller
10/07/09 11:22pm