Playing Hooky Poem by DAVID GERARDINO
Playing Hooky
a buildup of prisms and clocks,
a study of yes, or not.
a hit that knocks you on your
face, could this be real, or another
fake.
Monday, April 23, 2007
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5/6/2024 9:13:24 AM # 1.0.0.1119
investment in said stock. fingers are crossed. betting this is real. Could you do an Art Deco-inspired poem pour moi? or if you have one out, give me a nod. Goldy