Another poem for the fiends among you who desire such wordstuffs, not as few and far between as some might imagine. There are those of us who look for poetry, who feed. I am one of them. We meet on the abandoned baseball diamond and, in a neon glow, hurl our star wishes further...
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hey, Derek! i sent you some work... or i sent it where it was supposed to be sent... is that true or am i mistaken?
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