tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8318668130025626844.post4749210040579094962..comments2023-04-05T09:34:23.344-04:00Comments on Return of the Slacker: Short poems about an old loverJim DuBoishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05152605292266714976noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8318668130025626844.post-44429204503770537372010-05-28T20:56:51.415-04:002010-05-28T20:56:51.415-04:00Perhaps it was on a tapestry filled with purple da...Perhaps it was on a tapestry filled with purple dancing moons and moths (as well as purple horses).Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8318668130025626844.post-62338327350824577742010-01-19T01:52:34.094-05:002010-01-19T01:52:34.094-05:00The purple horse was drawn on some paper or someth...The purple horse was drawn on some paper or something. I don't remember exactly. Which is funny to me.Jim DuBoishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05152605292266714976noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8318668130025626844.post-36380130168414209712010-01-18T22:44:17.328-05:002010-01-18T22:44:17.328-05:00Well, Jim, I hope the purple horse was on a poster...Well, Jim, I hope the purple horse was on a poster or something. Sleeping under the real thing, even if it <i> is </i> purple, can be hazardous to your health due to restless horsie feet, not to mention that equine predilection to, again, pardon my french, pissing gallons...<br />Your friend in poetry, coryCory Raymondhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15975585578108062909noreply@blogger.com