All 18 On Loose Gravel...For Jack Poem by delilah contrapunctal.... yes, that's how I intended to spell it.........

All 18 On Loose Gravel...For Jack



doin' some truckin' semiconscious
swung through Manteca twice in one hour
jelly in the roll and an arrowless compass
southern comfort from an old glass jar

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