tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2874155205423552780.post3575681261420909245..comments2014-12-31T13:17:49.358-08:00Comments on Poets Are Lame (and other stuff Mike Finley taught me): The Book, The Blood...My PoemAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02748441484232139833noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2874155205423552780.post-11017589308414807462012-07-07T20:08:45.238-07:002012-07-07T20:08:45.238-07:00dIDN'T YOU HAVE A POEM (yukon gold) ABOUT HOW ...dIDN'T YOU HAVE A POEM (yukon gold) ABOUT HOW YOU COULD GO TO cOON rAPIDS, BUT THE GOLD FISH COULD NOT?Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02748441484232139833noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2874155205423552780.post-62254522917431643742012-07-07T19:12:08.659-07:002012-07-07T19:12:08.659-07:00Coon Rapids has always represented the end of the ...Coon Rapids has always represented the end of the earth to me<br /><br />Hope you like it, after all that troubleMike Finley ~ Big Vanillahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09944010073428661081noreply@blogger.com