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Read a poem by another poet written
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"It's Saturday." "What?" "It's Saturday." "So?" "So, aren't you going to the wedding?" "Hell no, screw them!" "Well all right. Go back to bed." They met in a gay porn shop. He was with his gay brother. She
was with her gay best friend. So he and she got married. The
brother and best friend were living together. And to think
- all this love grew out of the need for a vibrator and a gay porn flick.
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