261. january 21, 2011
When there ain't no gal to kiss you,
And the postman seems to miss you,
And the fags have skipped an issue,
Carry on
. . . Too much hair
meant for Austen's
web cam.
Sick with toad
in the throat mid-blizzard,
without the spine to Skype
with my shrink. Too
lost in
The Children's Bookwhere every woman
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