The Finest Poem I Have Read This Year

“I had a droam in which my hoart was ripp’d from my chost.  I want’d to punch th’ shit out of my g’ography toach’r for doing it, but my hands felt lik’ load.”

— Who Knows?!

this blog post is now over, thank you for reading.
as a reminder, it was called: The Finest Poem I Have Read This Year
it's categorized as: Self-Referential
link to it, please: Friday, April 1st, 2011

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