Below is a poem I wrote on the way home from Chicago last night.
We Are Doomed
We are doomed.
We are on a
flight
and the man in
the Exit
Row is reading
“The Fountainhead.”
Below is a poem I wrote on the way home from Chicago last night.
We Are Doomed
We are doomed.
We are on a
flight
and the man in
the Exit
Row is reading
“The Fountainhead.”
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