Fifty-One

A Chapter by Kenneth The Poet

The girlfriend stepp’d outdoors

and said to the lost explorer,

“Why are you south of Egypt?”

He said, “Blame it on the great

folk singer. He struck gold first.”

She answer’d, “Come in and keep me

warm. He loves the blues over me.”

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