Larry R. Vandervert
The Act: Parsing The Fourth Dimension Of O.J.'s Unconscious - Poem by Larry R. Vandervert
I was orenthaling through Brentwood the other night, when in a sudden flash to my
senses I was transported to Chappaquidick Island at nearly twice the speed of light.
Now, to my surprise, I am back in Brentwood all safe and sound; but some thing's vaguely missing.
Perhaps I will travel again soon.
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