Poetry written in a year that weighed heavy on me me. 2011 is the year I lost my left eye. Had no job. Accomplished very little and generally fell apart, losing most of my friends.
Lost in the muddle
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There are no monkeys here. If you're looking for monkeys, go away. Well, actually there are monkeys, but they're of the hairless variety that writes poetry and such. If that's not what you're looking for move along.