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- Our Band: Gorgeosity made flesh
- Ruby (Tuesday) Slippers
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- J. Edgar Hoover's Tombstone
- The Scientist's Mating Call
- Crunch Time
- Pina Coladas and Summer Storms
- O Frabjous Day!
- It's the Freakin' Weekend
- The Flame
- The ink onto the paper, the paper into the trash.
- Send Me Back
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- The Maiden Voyage of the HMS Meriwether
- Very Early on Wednesday Morning
- A Ship Named Jenny
- This Poem Was Inspired By A Pooch
- Crown of Gold
- Hump Day Haiku Vol. 4
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- The Black Man's Burden
- Strange Alaska
- There's a Moratorium on Field Trips
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- Hump Day Haiku Vol. 3
- Hump Day Haiku Vol. 3
- My Cuddly Noodle
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