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Infinite Monkeys. Infinite Typewriters.
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More in From Lowell to Boston April 2
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| Topic | Abstract | Details |
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| a walk through the looming | Array | |
| Alone | -- | Array |
| bad question | -- justice? | Array |
| Blood Pressure | ... | Array |
| dragged down | Array | |
| Elvis | Array | |
| fleeting or fleeing, who knows | Do we embrace the moment, or walk away? | Array |
| Happy Birthday Uncle Walt | ... | Array |
| happy sins and spitting seeds | ... | Array |
| look at me, look at me | preening, i guess | Array |
| marmalade & Metamucil | Array | |
| morally ambiguous, | not so much a political statement as a thought about how things work. | Array |
| On my way | ... predicting the future. | Array |
| Orion | ... maybe | Array |
| singing my funeral dirge softly under gray skies | close enough to true | Array |
| Springtime | fooling around again (this morning on the train) | Array |
| Thawing | ... images that cross my brain at lunch. | Array |
| the fine lines we try not to see | distinctions of degrees | Array |
| We all lose then | ... snapshot | Array |