Me. Me When A Poem Says Something Ive Felt Before

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‘Hand to the Stars’ by Willy Pogany (American, 1882–1955)

How many times a day do you expertly, violently, accidentally, perfectly hit the grassy?

Buddy I sure wish I could tell you, but I have absolutely no fuckin idea what you’re talking about. Is this a weed thing? It sounds like a weed thing

And now, we pray

If you're struggling to write sex, write food. if you're struggling to write food, write gore. if you're struggling to write gore, write sex. They're all variations on the same themes.

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i love digesting lactose it’s so easy to do

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