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expression is the need of my soul
i was once a vers libre bard
but i died and my soul went into the body of a cockroach
it has given me a new outlook upon life
archy and mehitabel
— Don Marquis
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Denise's Second Going
Grave robbers have snatched Denise.
For years I kept her ashes in a whiskey bottle
in the back of the liquor cabinet.
Then last October
I almost drank her for a nightcap;
so I hid her in an oatmeal box in the pantry.
Yesterday morning my drunken brother Arnold
and his girlfriend Susan
ate her for breakfast.
— © George Miller 2005
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