Fourteen degrees, Inside got to sixty-seven last night in metal tube! Outside was thirty -seven, Last night wind scared shit out of poet! Felt like trailer had materialized in Frank L. Baum’s Oz! Burr inside! Burr I supose without! Got books going for sure to Florida, Charlie and Chocolate factory going to California if foundContinue reading “Ten am”
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Val Whitewolf 