Q: Poetry is the kiss of death.
A: Pretty much.
But what you gonna do?
If you’re a poet.
Q: A beat poet.
A: A beet poet.
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I eat beet tops out of my garden. As a green.
With pepper vinegar.
Duke’s pepper vinegar. Geaux Juice.
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