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When I first met Fletcher

When I first met Fletcher he spoke a language that was as foreign as that thing between his legs. Not that thing (get your mind out of the gutter), his bike. It was sleek and lightweight, like no bike I … Continue reading

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Last swim of the summer

In this concrete vessel of cool chlorination The water held me up, Tirelessly resisted my strokes From end To end And again. All summer, the early morning sun peeked over the trees And spilled daylight on my wet head. But … Continue reading

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