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By the uncrowned laureate of Colorado Springs.
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- A Dendrochronology
- Moving Day (Part 1)
- October is the month of...
- ping pong
- I think I'm starting to forget
- It was as if a part of me had been stolen...
- Last Day For Some
- Wired (and then some)
- The Last Four Days in Musical Mystery Tours
- With Nothing
- What Do You Really Think?
- I Don't Expect You To Read This
- Move Ae
- Don't Fuck With This Poem
- Elapses
- My Self-Destruction
- Springs
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- a second poem of some alacrity (the les crappe mix)
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About Me
- Tony Laplume
- Born in 1980. Graduated from college in 2003. Have written various things.
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