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| JOHNSON LIOW - ALL OF ME |
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| JOHNSON LIOW - ALL OF ME |
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| JOHNSON LIOW - ALL OF ME |
[to be read aloud by the group, with low key beatnik jazz in the background]
A Poem
by Peter J. Evans
by Peter J. Evans
I have these dreams of butter,
sometimes theyʼre rather strange, I
boast, toast and weenie roast, but
somethings never change.
sometimes theyʼre rather strange, I
boast, toast and weenie roast, but
somethings never change.
The vermillion in the
vermiculite, veni, vidi, vici,
vermiculite, veni, vidi, vici,
I petrify my troglodyte,
thus no one there can reach me.
Rolling through the friction
zone, pitch pipe bursting bright,
zone, pitch pipe bursting bright,
though my compass reads unknown
the flog runs true the knight.
the flog runs true the knight.
Five plus two is seven,
five and nine, fourteen,
five and nine, fourteen,
my friends, a bit of heaven,
descendant from my spleen.
descendant from my spleen.
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| SUSAN SHULMAN |
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| PICASSO GAGLIONE (THE DADAMAN) |
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| macro_DaDa - DAMIEN OLSEN |