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Tag: I threw Morgan right back

Sent Tales of Harry (t.) RATT to the appropriate November 7 calendar collection because that’s when Flap told me he was dead.

sitting in a booth

back in the corner reading

and biker beers me

 

thirty-nine years later dead

but i did buy him his back*

 

*(Harold “Harry” “Ratt” Krohn so much older than I – April to my July.  Wins our last boat race.  Gotta go make phone call.  And get a 1.75 of Morgan. The rest of the poems hide out at November 7, 2016. Don’ rest. No Peace. You gotta pitchfork to drive!)

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November 9, 2016November 9, 2016 by richwrapper Categories: 'Ginformatioin', J Richards, November, Poem, Poetry, TankaTags: and I taught him about Cuervo invused wiht habanero and pineapple, And one day we sat at his breakfast counteer, He threw beers-n-Bushmills (and sometimes Anejo Patron and more at me;, I threw Morgan right back

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