Request from my buddy Jimmy C.
One day, Jimmy came over and, being the nice guy he is, brought me a book of poems. i started flipping through the pages and came to the realization that these were the worst poems on the face of the planet. We started reading them with our best T.S. Eliot voices and were soon laughing to the point of tears.
I can't remember the name of the poem, or the poet, for that matter - but if you are the author of the Cow of Sleep poem, you have my condolences.
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