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Oct 2010
my mother was a *******

(the greatest honor
on the tree)

--

i always wondered why

"after shooting the sheriff"

he

DIDN'T

"shoot the deputy down"

--

fig-ments
and
fact-ments

a dollar a day laborer

poisoned rain

--

at the
"end of the day"

the day ends

busted children remain
in jail

eating popcorn

i learned that
from teevee
Written by
jeffrey robin
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