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Jan 2015
Whenever I need a friend
I go out for a smoke
Huff and puff my problems to the ****
Fling the cancer redden cotton
And off I go.

Whenever I need a friend
I go out for a joint
The exchange of **** for friendship
What a world.

Thank you for helping
By killing me slowly.
Philip J Fry
Written by
Philip J Fry  Brooklyn
(Brooklyn)   
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