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Just the Regular Scotty Dogg

(Don't rightly remember. They always called me Dogg / The Potato Fields, Indiana)

My Other Car Is A Volvo


You are a brown dumpster
With wheels. And me smiling,
Wearing my new sunglasses
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  • Valsa George (12/15/2013 2:20:00 AM)

    I visualize you proudly sitting with sunglasses and sipping coke and driving through the rugged roads, so unmindful of the heap of junk in your car and the reaction of the people! I enjoy the casual and unconventional style of your writing! ! (Report) Reply

  • Sherrie Kolb Cassel (10/25/2013 12:57:00 PM)

    So reminds me of one of my all-time favorite poets: Charles Bukowski! I just love his informal conversational style. There are a few misspellings of words, at least, I think they're not there for effect? ? Your work is appealing to me, a little at a time. (Report) Reply

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