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Spontaneous Bar Poetry

12/30/09 | by steveg [mail] | Categories: Poetry

After I explained Haiku while slurping Ballantine at the Prosperity Social Club, man about town, John Corral, quickly jotted this three line gem on a cocktail napkin. You never can tell where or when you run into talent, lubricated by alcohol or not.

In front of mirror,
I want to tongue bathe my balls.
I look amazing.



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