Poetry High
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After coming down from a poetry high
My body sches for some more
Even though, I had four hits
That morning
I needed to go to the Man
But he's up town
I got up and dressed
And when to see him....
I finally got my fifth
Got home; took off my pink high-tops
Rolled up my /sleeve
//and shot up some words in my arm
And then pour it down
On paper
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