Monday, September 8, 2008

ARE WE JUICE GUYS OR ARE WE MICE?

Nantucket Nectars cap:

In 1837,
cobblestones were
laid in Nantucket to
help prevent wagon
wheels from sinking
into the sand.


My response:

Gin, late-teen dirty heaven,
bubble blown—her
maid, kin, tan bucket knew
kelp. She sent dragon
peels, gum blinking
Pinto—ah, grand.

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