I called my friend I didn’t call him, I sent him A Text But he was my friend I said Dear Greg, I hate these new skis They bow out, like I’m not capable of Handling straight lines You understand, don’t you? My friend called me back He didn’t call me, he sent me A […]
Nathaniel J. Krenkel
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Poem: American Hospitals:
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