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Tuesday, May 13, 2003

Robyn Hitchcock's a poet:

He'd never make love to a loaf of bread
Unless of course he found one in his bed
Now frogs are reproducing on your back
And bubbles keep emerging from a crack

In iambic pentameter no less....

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