March 29, 2011

Ask Brockeim: I Swoon When I Read Your Poetry

Letters from readers asking what matters.

Dear Brockeim,

When I read your poetry, I swoon in delight. What your words do to me I cannot type here.

--Blissful Bunny

Dear Bunny,

Please check the natural gas line, and open a window. Also, examine the date on the milk in the fridge. I think it is expired. Try drinking a cup of coffee.


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