peed -> tip top (2/8/2015 10:31:04 AM)
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I boast and whine and call them thin the songs of a troubadour the cheese that melts on naked pins masks her welts and open sores a cardinal hat might well have said the jesus boys are gone and dead but heaven reeks of fresh cut grass like early autumn's leaves of trash do what's right to kill a wrong sing and douse a happy song a dish that serves will feed the lot a pantry full of empty pots
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