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for my sins, that last bottle of wine in particular, i had delivered unto me a new pet hangover. so i took my new pet hangover for a walk. it argued with me about the advisability of eating a tuna melt, but i ignored it. it talks too much. and i found a copy of frank lowe's "black beings" a fantastic 1972 concert recording of fire music.
now my ill-tempered and stinky pet hangover and i are going to the library.
i don't do black friday.
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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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