Wednesday, March 31, 2010

The Local Public Zoo Comments

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I will soon be a tramp who flights towards
Nothing,
Drinking his alphabet liquor and weeping weeping:
Oh, the age old tire swings creaking and repeating,
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Robert Rorabeck
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Robert Rorabeck

Robert Rorabeck

Berrien Springs
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