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Infinite Monkeys. Infinite Typewriters.
More in Fooling Around perhaps I'm no poet.. ok there's not doubt about that.
![]() The fear, in the eyes of the poet
at least, is for relevance lost in some translation left for Latin professors and art scholars. I beg on the street corner with a coke cup for $5 -- just enough for lime juice for tequilla for salt I can walk home from here, but with that, I will have relevance and the best vantage point of a city unmarried to words or truth. |
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