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Jan 2015
I'm burning with the acrid fuels of Hell's abominable furry!
Who or what can dredge such stifling pain?
Is it a scorned lover, or the betrayal of a trusted confidant?
Whatever it is, it shall pass as if a Prilosec hindered the pumps of acid.
Turn on the extinguisher. Get passed it. Be the antacid of your soul.
Chuck
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Chuck  PA, USA
(PA, USA)   
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