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Haiku #11913
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The kind of beer that shuts the mouth and makes one listen to the clear everflowing thought of nothing and everyone is supttering hallelujah in Presque Isle
Haiku #
11913
Posted:
July 9, 2001 7:27 pm ET
Poet & location:
Moxie
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