No Substitutions

by Jim Harmon

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Published October 10, 2023

About the author

James Judson Harmon, aka Jim Harmon (born 1933), was an American short story author and popular culture historian who has written extensively about the Golden Age of Radio. He sometimes wrote under the pseudonym Judson Grey, and occasionally he was labeled Mr. Nostalgia.

Reviews

[Sara]

Plz my flute dont stop winning
carry my prayer over wild forest
me not prophet
nor divlish one
just make me sing to end the world
inveder in dreamland
why can be my green eyes make me like Zanobia
or Jolia domna
just give me my dream
even that cant be count
that my drug
my disses
my glory
and forget that write jay water
i hold my dreams tight
even cant be hapened
but that mine
pirsonar at happy scream world
just snow horsses at door of night
will end red war
and give free land to Palastine pep
there land who drink there blood as wine
go my flute wildy
dance my butterfly
thats me never be antidream