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Just in time for Valentine's Day,
the Guardian in London has
reviewed and raved about
The Secret Language of Sleep.
And, for the rest of the week,
you can buy it for $5!
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Terrible Poetry Jokes.- - - - A man, a woman, and a blackbird walk into a bar. "Table for one, please," they say. - - - - Byron walks into a bar. He has sex with everyone in the bar. - - - - Milton, Homer and Borges walk into a bar. Milton says: "Who the fuck put this bar here?" - - - - Wordsworth and Coleridge are watching the Lakers game. They can't get service at the crowded bar. Coleridge smiles and says to Wordsworth: "Lager, lager everywhere, and I can't get a drink." Wordsworth says to Coleridge: "I have pleurisy." - - - - Rimbaud, Bukowski, and Dylan Thomas walk into a bar. They are promptly thrown out. - - - - A horse walks into a bar where Walt Whitman and Ezra Pound are drinking. BARTENDER (to horse): Why the long face? WHITMAN (to everyone): I, too, am a horse. POUND (to Whitman): Shut the fuck up.
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