A better book of postmodern poetry. Terrible things and hats. But not like that. That's cheese, and cheese makes you fat. So the story goes, rolling on, like legs with wheels and hands with guns. Maybe they will forget to shoot next year.
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A better book of postmodern poetry. Terrible things and hats. But not like that. That's cheese, and cheese makes you fat. So the story goes, rolling on, like legs with wheels and hands with guns. Maybe they will forget to shoot next year.
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