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Click hereI felt it fade away
while urinating
the greatest ever poem
rich in crudeness
high in cholesterol
much fatty chunks
destined to float
up my old blood stream
the barber shop quartet
will always grasp after me
to make me their patron
near bald, my pony tail
in their grinder
their attractive daughter stands
and hits fist to palm, otherwise
silent. she is damn cute
she is damned, cute as hell
This poem was selected from Lit's archive of over 40,000 poems for inclusion in today's Archival Review.<br>
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