John Perreault Biography

A road can't be as sad as a shoe is sad
when a shoe can't read.
I can't read either.
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Why is everything I do in my life like a boomerang?
I throw the paper airplane out the window
and the wind sends it back.
I spit against the wind.
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After science,
we have
perfumes of
various sorts.
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The Venus Fly Trap

(1) A Beautiful Plant!
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I ran into an old time sailor, up on Market Street;
We had a cup of coffee, his last name was McLees;
He fought in the Pacific, on Portsmouth submarines;
I asked about the Squalus, this is what he told me.
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