Plodders Poems - Poems about Plodders

...My typewriter was not a good typewriter, its keys were weighty, you had to use brain muscle to work it, nobody wanted it. My son unpacked a home computer. I stood by and watched as all the e......

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...They giant gray ones plod through black heat and dust to honor the bones of loved ones. Gently picking them up with tender tusks. Like wrinkled professors wielding pieces of pocked chalk sniffi......

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...we gather together, a hundred or so stetching, warming cold muscles, just waiting to go nervous anticipation, just wanting to start, we collect our numbers, have a piss, have a fart as our tu......

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