Stephen Hicks, Ph.D.

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A 3 a.m. poem, after a midnight snack

Burrito. Mistake.
Now stomach ache.

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Posted in Humor and Poetry 2 years, 6 months ago at 3:19 am.

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  1. Ugly burritos, indigestibly
    Post Modern, pique a gastric malady.

  2. Hey, give me some credit: I would never eat a postmodern burrito.
    And that burrito *looked* good at the time.
    : )


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