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Mar 2013
It's five in the morning.
Dogs are kicking there legs.
Your friends are sleeping
Or trying to.
Youth stale as drinks
left over night
and wasted.
A lot like your friends
Except no one cares as much.
Cardboard Grey
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Cardboard Grey  Milwaukee WI
(Milwaukee WI)   
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