Saturday, January 22, 2011

Wing it!

I have begun to tweet in my drive to harvest as much good poetry for Bluepepper as is humanly possible for an aging misanthrope with legs too long and pockets too deep and ears that pop whenever a black cockatoo flies east. So hungry am I for the best, dear reader. If you do not know the protocol by now, just glance to your right in the sidebar.

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