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Imagining a Goodbye

A fictional poem, almost. I wrote it while on my bedpan. It’s quite amazing how sad one can become. Especially when one cannot reach one’s own ass to…you know. I want my life back, I want my wife, and I want to wipe my own ass!

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Harry Hogg

Harry Hogg

I was born in London, adopted, lived my youth on an island off the coast of Scotland. Now living between Colorado, Missouri, California. I write to be loved

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