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a poem by jacob berg

art by @dullstyle

good god almighty there’s
spirit in these whiskers gray and
tidy, sorted, ain’t that neat how
morning grinds to station and
the only train worse than
that clumsy knowed mess, yes
the only train worse never comes.

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only a poet. artist. theorist. i have no special talents, i am only passionately curious. www.dullstyle.ca.

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Jacob Berg

Jacob Berg

only a poet. artist. theorist. i have no special talents, i am only passionately curious. www.dullstyle.ca.

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