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Thursday, May 12, 2011

"then he just punched the microphone?'

alone in a crowded hallway
standing shoulder to shoulder zig zaggin threw door ways
spill way on the floor
glorifing the poor old soul who dropped his change on the floor
i whispered "can i pick it up?"
he relplied
"may I."
I stood at the firing
its ok,it really is
I want my grassroots princess and enough farm to land
there no real way to describe my patriotisim,this sickning feeling
my computer goes blue screen
relif is not a recent feeling..
mouth full of milk.

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