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When I was Probably five years old I bit into a sandwich It tasted good It tasted like biting into something guilty That was when my mom said "Rowan, that's ham. That's pig, Rowan." I spat the piece of pig into my hand My throat dry and crowded That was when I knew
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Nov 12, 2010
Nov 12, 2010 at 8:44 PM UTC
A Ham Sandwich (ROUGH)
When I was Probably five years old I bit into a sandwich It tasted good It tasted like biting into something guilty That was when my mom said "Rowan, that's ham. That's pig, Rowan." I spat the piece of pig into my hand My throat dry and crowded That was when I knew
Carrick 2010
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Nov 12, 2010
Nov 12, 2010 at 8:44 PM UTC
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