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The real fun begins when you suddenly realize
That Nag Hammadi is just the name of your neighbor’s mutt.
Then you try to read your poems to the prairie dogs
But they only laugh at the sun, and each bus you see
Is ready to give birth to a stinking intelligent puddle of hooch:
Are you nuts enough to drink them all up?

 

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