two fish and a flame: poetry on the subway

Saturday, January 24, 2009

poetry on the subway

spotted on the platform sign...

and upon closer inspection...

stay classy, new york.

1 comment:

whatevs said...: i think the boiker posted this.

(the sticker, i mean - not this post.); January 26, 2009 at 11:47 PM

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G-L-A-M-OR-OUS
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