(This poem was an experiment that just got out of hand. It is nuts and also kind of an outrage. John Keats, I’m really, really sorry. I post it here because it’s so over the top that it’s kind of fun. )
La Barista Sans Merci – a poem (and abomination) — (c) inkyjim
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Grief’s bootstrap
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