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January 14th, 2004

all about a monkey


The monkey shines.
He has no rhymes.
He’s bittersweet.

He has no course.
He’s all remorse.
So bittersweet.

No idea why I’m writing more bad poetry except that it’s 2:30 in the AM and my mind has wandered off into oblivion.
-groonk


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