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Ejte no ej patol
polque 'ta fumando
un cigajillo
en su cajo.

¿Patol?
Pol favol . . .
Hay que enviar más letras “RR” a Puelto Jico
Oh, the tears of joy
that fill my face,

the salted streaks
of liquid sliding
down the sides
of my age lines,

as I seek some
past time
of pleasant
daydreams.
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