real west
periodic poetry
1.04.2011
My Father My Brother And I
We
Love
Dogs
And
Dope
And
Golf
And
Laying
On
The
Couch
Watching
Football
What
We
Fear
Most
Is
Running
Out
Of
Smokes
On
Holidays
After
Dinner
We
Get
Drunk
And
Yell
At
Each
Other
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