Tet.
A time for celebration.
A time to remember, to reflect, and to share.
A time when the living is kidnapped – by a Sandero!
A time when Jay Cool, with no alternative, grabs a notepad and a Motorola, and makes the most of an unfortunate situation.
Time for a Salopian ‘poet’s poet’ to make the most of whatever scraps of talent, however minute, she can summon up from within her DNA.
Time for the ancestors to speak.
Time …
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| Jay Cool, the Salopian Poet’s Poet |
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Is this the face that launched a thousand ships?The face of (Jackie) Helen, Queen of Troy?Mark well the wanton, sultry lips,Or is it Jackie Chits just being coy?
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