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when i was growing up in the vacuum that was new hampshire at the time, my neighbor had an imaginary band called
boris clitoris and the public hair five
which i kinda like as the name for an imaginary band.
it has a kinda doowop vibe.
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a gramophone its corrugated trumpet silver handle
spinning dog. such faithfulness it hear
it make you sick.
-kamau brathwaite
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