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(After Vallejo)
I will die in Minneapolis
On a rainy day, because
It’s always raining in Minneapolis
Or snowing.
I will die in Minneapolis
I don’t know which day.
No one will laugh or cry
Because everyone’s Scandinavian.
Gary Bloom is dead!
They pummeled him with snowballs
Even though he was always nice to them.
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Gary Bloom
Gary Bloom has been writing articles, poetry, and short stories for more than 20 years, with credits in Breath & Shadow, The Educated Traveler, Milwaukee Magazine, The Buffalo News, The Grand Rapids Press, Grit, Cappers, Oasis, and other magazines, websites, and newspapers. He has Bachelor’s and Master’s degrees from Minnesota State University, Mankato and worked for many years as a computer programmer and database administrator. Now retired, he spends his time writing and traveling. He lives in Pass Christian, Mississippi.