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My Wheelbarrow is Broken
So much depends on an audience that resents a two drink minimum. So much depends on people who don’t support reality TV. So much depends on someone who listens so it’s worth lying. So much depends on removing education as … Continue reading →
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Tagged aging, pointlessness, responsibility, self-reliance, The Red Wheelbarrow, William Carlos Williams
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