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and to think i saw it on floyd terrace

Tim Martin's Sonnet Project

Sunday, January 04, 2009

That Drink on Arch Street

like promises become recurring jokes
composed on line of sight values
so ambiguous that company
loves to commiserate
there was once such a beer
that folk songs were composed to
never mix histories, never worry
with a bros fixation on fire
the difference between empty and full
polices secret parking with zero tolerance
when independence came to a halt
cry, absolve your assassins
all that was left in tea cup
was how we decide this should end


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