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Brother Bastardfish
A splodge poet of the highest order, Brother Bastardfish likes riding people and meeting horses. Please accept this as an excuse.
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Friday, March 20, 2009
Stolen.
One of those balmy nights
that poets often write about.
Those nights that make you feel
that everyone for miles around
must be in bed and making hot, sweaty love.
You know the ones.
I know the ones.
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