Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

And also, guess what, it was me."
1876 was the price I paid for gas once.
Hah!
Before Moe reads his keynote poem, I would like to stake my claim
Birthdays never meant squat to me.
Hey, hey, hey.
How many others do you have?
"Howling at a Concrete Moon."
I can finally win a gold medal.
That ain't a massage chair. It's just full of cockroaches.
Sir!
Kill Hitler day?
I guess I just wasn't meant to be happy...
I've never been happier.
How come you wanna do a report on me?
So if you could turn these into one of those
I can't believe it!
Heh, suddenly, this is my best birthday ever.
Aww that's sweet I hate sweet
Ah, like a real writer. Outstanding, Moe!
The next time I saw Hitler, we had dinner and laughed about it.
who's filling in for luana wikira? yadwiga osada.
I'm gonna send Moe's poem to American Poetry Perspectives.