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And the Turkey Leg Beats Ad Infinitum
Brian Dickson My old self stuffed in a boot tucked in a turkey bought from a local farm with natural open space, where I visited natural open space, where I fed it grain, slept on a cot, shot it the next morning. What a joke of a jake, my new self would say to my old self. Come on pilgrim, my new- ness says. Let’s make progress with your soul, half-baked boot ready to roll. |
Corona Corazon, by Lorette C. Luzajic
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