Google and the Poets
Tim Barrus
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The poet, THAT last and tremulous, rumbling laugh will quake, ripple and rip the bowels of the Google monsters and their diabolical cohorts.

This HISS is escaping, as it does from a Shaolin warrior meeting his defining moment..

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