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Aug 2011
The DOT: Where dreams go to die
And people go to wait in line
Sit in plastic chairs for hours
Next to mr. homeboy
And some chick that never showers

I'd like to finish this poem,
But they just called my number

Peace out, *******.
Took my brother to the DOT and got bored. This place will drive you crazy. Hence "Peace out."
Sarah Jean Ashby
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Sarah Jean Ashby  25/F/Ames, IA
(25/F/Ames, IA)   
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