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Earl Fowler

Kangaroo

And at the centre of it all

where the bookstore used to be

a Tim Hortons full of lost souls

and a store called Cash Money

where they lend three hundred dollars

for a twenty-dollar fee

and the coffee tastes like burnt coals

and the timbits cop a plea

and the kangaroo will find you

when you live this close to me.

— Earl Fowler

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richardmarjan
Dec 07, 2024

Tims are malignant mushrooms; serving up poisonous sugar confections and food so fast you can’t describe it as edible.

When people line up because a Krispy Kreme deigned to open in their humble burg; that’s when you know the definition of pathetic.

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David Sherman
Dec 06, 2024

The 12-grain bagel pleases

Apple fritters' sugar teases

While

The rare Black girl behind

The counter, stained and harried

Smiles

And Tim's is human for

A while

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Mark Abley
Mark Abley
Dec 06, 2024

Brilliant rhyming, Earl. Fine poem (you were wise to leave out the wannabe wallaby).

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