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Robyn MacKinnon·March 17, 2019

Poetry English Robyn Finds Poetry Robyn MacKinnon

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This publication is part 147 of 468 in the series Robyn Finds Poetry

In Snowpants

written by: Robyn MacKinnon

@art_rat

the bar in snowpants

when you’re drunk is really hard

screaming and shoving

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I am mostly a visual artist, but I like to create "found poetry", specifically daily haiku made from the statuses of my Facebook friends. It was my Mom who started this, and officially passed the responsibility onto me when she became too busy.

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