Poems from Lipinski

Milling a log into a modern world of construction Piled neatly, and heavy Smelling like pine and spruce It was a good day for sawmilling...
Swimming in the hot spring pools Hot water gushing cleanly into the world of floating dead skin, urine, menstural blood, perspiration,...
Veteran's or veterans? it does not matter the words what matters are the feelings and emotions when remembering those who fought and died...
i was going to write a poem about beer but cut to the chase much like how it goes, the word, bullshit, comes to mind.
and the people bowed and prayer to the neon god it made.   songs of past so full of memory listening to, Jesus loves you Mrs. Robbinson.......

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