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What could possibly be wrong with this
Who nods, nods out and finds themselves
Lost on the gimp with sudden wads of cash
What could be limping with that
Or at least nodding to the stump-stump night
And her looming missile lids
What could be the shadow of the family dinner?
What waxing slough
Could ever bum this change
This change
This
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Friday, September 08, 2006
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