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Jan 2016
I eat my baby carrots

And my black blanket
Is so soft and warm too

I don't think much
Of the "adult life"

And loving money
Is not good for you

So I'll chew
These little carrots

And listen to the parrots
Squawking underneath
A winter sun

Isn't life full of emptiness
And isn't it fun
Matt
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Matt  34/M/Los Angeles
(34/M/Los Angeles)   
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