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Step right up to the spectacle that is THE RESURRECTION! Yes, folks, you heard that right. With no bells and no whistles, and no yelps from the mountaintops-- and, most importantly, with very little bloodshed, small town, yr favorite little poetry-mag-that-could, is BACK!

Yes, sir! And yes, madame! Do we have an issue for you, full of everything promised: Yr favorite tasty bits of poetry AND a reborn mag with MORE LO-FI! Yes! MORE LO-FI! What have we got here, you ask? Well, we've got ya about 50 pages of poetry printed on lovely pink paper the Mayor of Small Town had left over and layin' around, as well as a snifty-- that's right --SNIFTY light blue cover made COMPLETELY out of... you guessed it: PAPER! Yes sir, and YES, madame-- PAPER! That's the good stuff, alright.

As you all know, THE MAYOR OF SMALL TOWN is in a perpetual financial crisis but is STILL DETERMINED to bring ye masses of the subculture this thing called: OTHER PEOPLE'S POETRY.

A-A-A-A-MAZING!

And just what can I do, you ask, to get my hot little subcultural hands on this piece of sweet poetry meat? Well, it's simple, I tell ya. All ya do is press the little PayPal button in the sidebar and yr on yr way to poetic bliss! And if ya don't swing that way, you can always send a check made out to Logan Ryan Smith for the wee, wee price of $3.50 and send it here:

711 Leavenworth St., #35
San Francisco, CA 94109

What? What's that I hear? You, too, may be in a perpetual state of financial crisis in much the same way THE MAYOR OF SMALL TOWN is? Well, listen here, folks! If you got something to trade, make an offer! And, listen, ye gentle people of the listless, if you've simply got nothing-- NOTHING! --to offer but a simple request and need of the poetry, you need only ask, and perhaps something can be worked out.

Don't dilly-dally, dont' delay! Get to it before SMALL TOWN XII, THE COMEBACK ISSUE, is all gone. You wouldn't want to miss the magic and daredevil stunts performed by such players as:

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