1/5/10
E.S. Wynn
The Grind
By David Mogen


I'm driving straight
Down a long, narrow lane.
Just like I do every morning,
My watch full of numbers.


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Here lies the Borquist. All the Borquist ever wanted was a place to ferment in the son. You read that wright.
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